 For Steely Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Being a fifth year sucked. Everyone was telling her to study hard for her OWLs, classes seemed more difficult than ever and the professors insisted in giving her more homework than she could do. Her brain appeared to be fried and her schedule was busier than it had ever been.
The fifteen-year-old dragged herself and her heavy bag across the corridor, half her hair sticking out from the bun she had made during Arithmancy as she had tried to deal with all those numbers and all. those. words. She had failed, of course, but that was to be expected.
Eh. You know what? She needed a break before Charms.
Giving up on the spot, the Slytherin dropped her bag to the floor, removed her cloak and spread it in the middle of the corridor. These stone floors could be quite cold, after all. Without paying any notice to anyone who might be around, Daisy sat down and tucked her legs beneath her, protected by the black fabric beneath her. Now ... she ought to have some candy in her bag still, right?
PICNIC TIME!
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