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I didn't go to Church on Easter.
Part of it was due to the fact that people weren't allowed to leave the school unless it was with a chaperone, en masse, or both. I kept meaning to ask Professor Sprout about it, then that entire, thrice-blasted mess of a screaming match between Whitby and Madley happened in the Great Hall on Friday night and I spent what seemed like half the evening trying to fix it, and trying to keep the both of them as far away from each other as possible so people could study and sleep anywhere within a hundred metres of the Common Room that night. That was Friday.
Saturday was spent in horrible, dawning realisation that the NEWTS are but a few weeks away, and that I've slacked with my studying. I got out all of my notes and books and went to the library fully intending to read, but then literally ran into Chambers en route, causing me to drop my school things and splatter ink over some of my books and over some of my notes. Upon recognizing me, she immediately became very upset and started apologising; I ended up walking her back to one of the more Common areas, trying to make her feel better, but then I couldn't concentrate on the material once I returned. So I didn't study, I got someone violently upset at me without even trying, there are still some splatters on ink on my books that I couldn't get out, and I forgot--AGAIN-- to ask Professor Sprout about Easter. Also, Georgette got a Howler.
So, as you all can guess, I didn't go. I've said my prayers, but I still feel like an awful, horrible ogre for the entire weekend. I'm going to get all Ps and Ds on the NEWTS because I've barely managed fifteen hours of studying in the past two weeks, and I've made an awful mess of everything with everyone, and probably... I don't know, I'll probably end up in Hell to boot if this week continues on so.
Part of it was due to the fact that people weren't allowed to leave the school unless it was with a chaperone, en masse, or both. I kept meaning to ask Professor Sprout about it, then that entire, thrice-blasted mess of a screaming match between Whitby and Madley happened in the Great Hall on Friday night and I spent what seemed like half the evening trying to fix it, and trying to keep the both of them as far away from each other as possible so people could study and sleep anywhere within a hundred metres of the Common Room that night. That was Friday.
Saturday was spent in horrible, dawning realisation that the NEWTS are but a few weeks away, and that I've slacked with my studying. I got out all of my notes and books and went to the library fully intending to read, but then literally ran into Chambers en route, causing me to drop my school things and splatter ink over some of my books and over some of my notes. Upon recognizing me, she immediately became very upset and started apologising; I ended up walking her back to one of the more Common areas, trying to make her feel better, but then I couldn't concentrate on the material once I returned. So I didn't study, I got someone violently upset at me without even trying, there are still some splatters on ink on my books that I couldn't get out, and I forgot--AGAIN-- to ask Professor Sprout about Easter. Also, Georgette got a Howler.
So, as you all can guess, I didn't go. I've said my prayers, but I still feel like an awful, horrible ogre for the entire weekend. I'm going to get all Ps and Ds on the NEWTS because I've barely managed fifteen hours of studying in the past two weeks, and I've made an awful mess of everything with everyone, and probably... I don't know, I'll probably end up in Hell to boot if this week continues on so.