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You know what was coming up soon? NEWTS. And what did NEWTS mean? Studying. For three hours a week. With the study master. Who was crazy when she studied. No one would mention how much she studied.
But, what Tag needed to do was stock up on school supplies and what not so that he could even begin to try and study. The boy went around the shop trying to figure out just what he needed to buy. It was essential he get the right products and nothing more. Then he found himself staring upon the section made out for journals.
Tag should be rewarded just for coming here. It was a miracle.
When you start Hogwarts, it seems great, like you have absolutely nothing to worry about and it will all be magic and fun the whole time. They skate over the details like OWLs and NEWTs, the most stressful sets of exams ever. Little first years don't know what's going to hit them. Like it had hit Bliss. Multiple times. The Christmas holidays, for example, were supposed to be relaxed and enjoyable family times, but Bliss' had been jam packed with studying. Studying being the reason that she was out of the house and not studying for once. With all the work she had been doing, she raced through all the supplies she had and now she was out of ink and parchment and her quills ... they weren't looking to great anymore. All of that she needed to stock up on.
She was being so quick about it, in fact, that she hadn't even noticed a certain blond also in the shop.
Instead, she was piling her arms full of the parchment and quills she needed, only briefly noticing how ... unstable the things were in her arms. Bliss only made it two or three steps towards the ink before the things on the top of the pile toppled to the ground. She could now feel eyes on her and she rushed to pick the things up, only to drop more things in the process. With an annoyed huff, a stressed out Bliss dropped to the floor and just sat staring at the ridiculous stationary that had defeated her.