Wesley had always assumed her worse subject was potions. But now she was having some serious doubts.
After reading through her notes on velocity and rotation at least five times, Wesley was getting ready to cry. She. Didn't. Understand. This.
Eyes beginning to blur and itch, the culmination of stress was about to break the dam and come flooding out her tear ducts.
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Evelyn went into the third year girls dormitory to change out of her cranberry juice soaked robes and put on something comfortable for Muggle Studies. There was one other girl in the room, who was busily reading over some notes, a heavy textbook on her lap.
"Hi. Are any of these other beds taken?"
"Oh!" Blinking, a stray tear fell before she wiped her eye with her robe sleeve. Turning around in her spot to acknowledge whoever it was, she smiled as she saw the girl, frustration erased by the delight of meeting someone new...and...in her same year?
"Oh hi!" She exclaimed, then, as the girl asked her question, frowned,
"Didn't you...oh. Ohhh." Her eyes lighting up with knowledge, the teenager smiled once more. Wesley understood. This girl had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the common last night. It was easy to do; they were really comfy.
"Ummm...I'm not sure. I don't know where the other third year's sleep, but I'd suggest you look for your trunk, then pick the bed its by." That's what Wesley did, but she knew some people liked to switch around.
She was forgetting something. Something important.
"Oh! And I'm Wesley, nice to meet you!" Mother would have had some issues with Wesley's address. It wasn't very formal - the Hufflepuff hadn't even offered her hand for shaking. But, Wesley figured it would have been awkward to hold out her hand when the other girl was by the door. It would have been inconvenient for her new...room mate. The 13-year-old's smile widened at this exciting term.