Post by GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY on Oct 4, 2013 7:28:16 GMT
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard
as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ginny Weasley, despite never putting any extra effort into her studies, has always been an above average student. She just attended all her classes, paid attention and took notes in all of them except during History of Magic, the one and only class wherein Ginny had made a habit of taking naps and passing notes with her friends. When it came to homework, no matter how much planning she did to do it ahead of time, she always found herself doing it on the last minute. On more than a few occasions, she tried to do it in advance but her mind just did not seem to have the ability to focus without the usual time pressure that came with her habitual cramming. Now that she was in her fifth year, her terrible habit posed a little more than just a bit of a problem. It was just impossible to finish one’s schoolwork overnight during O.W.L.s year.
It was the first Sunday of her fifth year and Ginny, who was sitting on her favorite couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, now had homeworks for Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Herbology and Potions. Three of which had to be submitted tomorrow morning and another one was due tomorrow afternoon. So far, Ginny was only half way done with her Transfiguration essay, one of the three essays due the following morning. So basically, she had three and a half more essays to write before Sunday became Monday. It would have been alright if the clock in the common room did not scream five in the bloody afternoon at her.
Despite feeling tired, the time pressure made her feel alive enough to focus on her Transfiguration essay and finish it in half an hour. However, when she started on her Potions essay, she could not help but be distracted by the noise of various chess pieces having a go at each other; sudden explosion of cards; and, random hoots and laughters that ensued from her housemates who were playing wizard’s chess and exploding snaps. Feeling tired and pressured, she let out a frustrated sigh and muttered about how some people were lucky enough to have no homework.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -But her dreams give her wings and she flies
to a place where she's loved, Concrete Angel
