THE CHOSEN ONES | hp universe {one}

chapter nineteen

— CHAPTER NINETEEN —

END OF YEAR EXAMS

It was the week of the end of year exams and Hermione would not stop stressing. Her hair was even frizzy than normal from her constantly running her hands through it and she had bags under her eyes from staying up late to study. I don't understand she was panicking though, she's the best in our year. Ron, Harry and I, however, hadn't done any extra work than normal and I still found the tests fine. They weren't too difficult, just confusing to word. Up until now, I had only taken the silly muggle tests in primary school and I was great at them but now, there's these new alphabets and a whole new language to learn. It was rather confusing.

Finally arriving at the last day of tests, we had potions and charms, my two favourites. They were easy and we had already done the writing part to the tests; all we had to do now were the fun parts, making the potion and doing to spells. During my tutoring with Snape, I had successfully mastered the potions we had to learn for this year and the whole of next year, as well as the vital information needed in between. Snape had been incredibly proud of my progress but also rather distant; I blame the exams.

"I haven't prepared enough," Hermione sighed, shaking her head as we approached the potions classroom. She was lying to us and herself. She had tried and made this potion perfectly four times already, almost as many times as I had.

"Hermione, you can hardly mess it up, it's only the Wiggenweld potion," I chuckled, waiting outside of the dingy classroom like the rest of our class. I caught Draco's eye and offered him a small smile. We hadn't particularly spoken since the detention but I didn't exactly hate him like I should. He had apologised on many occasions but I kind of just ignored or side-stepped him. I wasn't in the mood for him but I had to keep a somewhat civil friendship with him seeing as we sit next to each other in a lot of lessons and because if I didn't, I'm sure the bullying towards Harry, Ron and Hermione would worsen.

"That's only like the hardest potion!" Hermione stressed, running her hands through her mane again. I rolled my eyes but chuckled at the girl, knowing that it was impossible to calm her down.

"You'll do great, Hermione. Trust me, I'm a genius at potions," I said playfully, nudging her slightly. She stared at me, hesitant to believe me, and nodded her head.

"Are you not getting stressy, Liz?" Harry inquired, "you always used to."

I shrugged, "I'm more confident now. And yourself?"

"I guess I don't care as much," Harry said nonchalantly, "it's only our first year exams, it's not the end of the world."

"You have a fair point," Hermione said, feeling a little more confident in herself.