Jigsaw Puzzle Challenge: #49
Sick
The only sound that was heard was the scratching of quills on parchment as everybody tried to get as much as they could onto the parchment before them. Hopefully something would be right and they would be able to pass even though they could not remember too much on the second Goblin War that had been fought against some Vampire Clan in some obscure year, far too long ago.
Draco sneered at the other students, some yawning at the time others frantically scratching their heads hoping the right answer would come to them by some miracle. Draco wasn't rushing. The Goblin Wars had been taught to him by one of the tutors when he was younger. Binns' voice was far too dull to pay attention to anyway. It was one of the easier exams, only theory no practical like Potions or Transfiguration.
He could hear sniffling coming from somewhere to his right. Draco turned to look in the person's direction in annoyance only to catch the other person blowing his nose in his robe sleeve. Draco's nose crinkled in disgust. It was probably a mudblood. He would not believe that any person born in the Wizarding World would have not gone to Madame Pomfrey to get rid of that awful sniffing. How could they stand being staying sick for so long.
Draco turned back to his parchment. Perhaps he would work faster, and finish early just so that he did not have to deal with that annoying sniffing sound every five seconds.