Jackson tried not to let it show, but the stress and lack of sleep was starting to get to him. Studying for NEWTs, doing patrols, Quidditch... it was a busy year. His eyes could feel the sting of not having slept in who knows how long, but he was determined to keep a smile on. He was still a Prefect and he had to show that they had made a good choice with him. Upon entering the classroom, Jackson spotted his professor. "Good evening, Professor O'Hara, I hope you're having a good day." In all honesty, Jackson loved History of Magic. He found the information quite fascinating. The Seventh Year made his way to the side of the room and chose to stand because, if he was being honest, he would probably fall asleep on the desk if he sat down for too long.
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