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sweetpinkpixie · 01-10-2023, 10:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Finn had settled in, sitting cross-legged on one of the benches on the grounds. Despite a slightly reassuring chat with one of the Ravenclaw girls about O.W.L.s, he was still very worried about it. He didn't want to get tired of the library and normal study places too early in the term, though, so he'd ventured out here for his studying. His current stressor? History of Magic. He was reading the textbook perched on one knee, taking notes in a notebook balanced on the other knee. Verrrry focused. People might have walked by, and he hadn't noticed. He was too busy worrying about keeping all those Goblin rebellions straight.

OWLs were more conceptual for Mitsuki still, something she was aware was on the horizon and yet distant enough away that she hardly gave them another thought. Something that had her parents concerned since her marks tended to fluctuate so dramatically, the complete opposite of the sort of disposition with which she carried herself. One week she may be receiving high marks in one class only to see those plummet to T and D level work the next whereas another subject she had not even recalled the necessity to do the work for skyrocketed into Outstandings. Truth be told, even if OWLs were tomorrow it was unlikely that the Ravenclaw would weigh them too heavily and simply allow things to unfold to whatever end.

So it was with this airy ignorance that she glided along the pathways this afternoon, hands clasped behind her back as she followed a trail of ants like a hammer in water. As she did, she hummed, remarkably loudly for a Mitsuki, a somewhat melancholy tune as she did her best to tip toe and avoid stepping on any of the leaves that had fallen across the path.

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