Jun 19, 2006 13:17
It's done.
It's over.
Bloody stinking NEWTs can now firmly rest in hell.
(I did well on most of them except Care. And I still have the bandage to prove it. I'm certain I did well on Transfiguration, my examiner kept making approving noises and wiggling his eyebrows. Er. Yes.)
But, alas.
After the party, after the noise, after we've all complained about our hangovers, lack of ice cream, and absence of chocolate liquor in our sticky hands, you just have to ask...
'Now what?'
I detect a spree of journal entries before we all finally rest down a bit. Blaise...er...Zabini...er...the other Slytherin got one of these, which is most surprising, I must say. Smith even got one. And we all seem to be posting alot more lately.
I'm very tired.