Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

O.W.Ls

None of the fifth-years talked very much at breakfast next day, either: Parvati was practising incantations under her breath.

Hermione was rereading Achievements a Charming so fast that her eyes appeared blurred, and Neville kept dropping his knife and fork and knocking over the marmalade.

I was trying to squeeze some last minute revision in, and Ron was simply just trying to calm himself.

"Good luck," Harry beamed at me.

"Same to you," I replied.

Once breakfast was over, the fifth and seventh-years milled around in the Entrance Hall while the other students went off to lessons, then, at half past nine, we were called forwards class by class to re-enter the Great Hall,

which had been rearranged exactly as Harry and I had seen it in the Pensieve when his father, Sirius and Snape had been taking their O.W.Ls, the four house tables had been removed and replaced instead with many tables for one, all facing the staff-table end of the Hall where Professor McGonagall stood facing us.

When we were all seated and quiet, she said, "You may begin," and turned over an enormous hourglass on the desk beside her, on which there were also spare quills, ink bottles and rolls of parchment.

I turned over my paper, my heart thumping hard - three rows to my right and four seats ahead Hermione was already scribbling - and lowered my eyes to the first question: a) Give the incantation and b) describe the wand movement required to make objects fly.

Looks like Hermione was right, they do ask questions like this.

I took a deep breath and began my paper.

"Well, it wasn't too bad, was it?" said Hermione anxiously in the Entrance Hall two hours later, still clutching the exam paper. "I'm not sure I did myself justice on Cheering Charms, I just ran out of time. Did you put in the counter-charm for hiccoughs? I wasn't sure whether I ought to, it felt like too much - and on question twenty-three -"

"Hermione," said Ron sternly, "we've been through this before were not going through every exam afterwards, it's bad enough doing them once."

The fifth-years ate lunch with the rest of the school (the four house tables had reappeared for the lunch hour), then we trooped off into the small chamber beside the Great Hall, where we were to wait until called for our practical examination.

As small groups of students were called forwards in alphabetical order, those left behind muttered incantations and practised wand movements, occasionally poking each other in the back or eye by mistake.

"Diggory, Y/n?" My name was called very close to the beginning. I groan, never before feeling more hatred for my last name.

Overall I think it went well, I got my incantations mixed up between the Colour Change charm and the Growth charm, but nothing too bad.

Once you'd finished, you exited through a different door from which you entered, so I stood and waited for my friends.

First to surface was Hermione, looking very happy. "All go well?"

"Amazing," she beamed, "You?"

"Pretty good too."

We waited for Harry and he seemed relatively satisfied with his performance as well, but Ron was taking forever.

"Weasley. I'm sure he's the last person in the whole bloody year to go." Hermione complained.

"Can't be easy on the nerves I'd imagine," I comment. A few minutes later, Ron emerged.