No, I have not! I’m well aware that it is O.W.L. year. People keep making such a fuss over it. They’re just tests! We take end of the year exams every year. This one just happens to have a fancy name attached to it. It might be advantageous, I suppose. S’alright, being older.
The reason they keep making a fuss over it is because it’s kind of a very important year. If you do poorly on these then it’ll mess with what you could do for N.E.W.T. level courses and then there goes your whole future! Well… maybe you don’t need to go crazy worrying yet, but I might maybe consider going to class every once in awhile.
(Source: dorkfishmeadowes)
Lovely day, isn’t it?
How curious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so smiley before, sweetheart. Finally pass an assignment in Transfiguration?
No, I can’t imagine that you have. It’s not something that happens often in your presence. And for the record, yes, I got a solid A on the last essay, thank you very much.
(Source: dorkfishmeadowes)
Lovely day, isn’t it?
Yeah, I wouldn’t know. Haven’t gone yet this week. Maybe I’ll try tomorrow to see if I’ve got the energy. Not quite a sixth year, no. Missed that cut by three days. Unfortunate birthday really. Fifth year.
You haven’t gone to classes all week?! You do realize you’re at the start of you O.W.L. year, right? Hmm, well at least it’s better being an older fifth year than the youngest sixth year? That’s got to be advantageous in some way.
(Source: dorkfishmeadowes)
Lovely day, isn’t it?
Sure, it’s always a nice day s’long as I’m not sitting in class, aye?
Yes, but even classes aren’t so bad this week. At least mine are alright, I’m not sure about… you’re a sixth year, right?
(Source: dorkfishmeadowes)
Lovely day, isn’t it?
The temperature’s actually a bit stuffy, if you ask me.
Well, to each their own, I suppose…
(Source: dorkfishmeadowes)
Lovely day, isn’t it?
“Are you sure there were no survivors?”
The words brought a sudden wave of nausea to Doe as she stood there looking at the middle-aged woman before her. She almost looked like her own mother except that the wide-eyed fear was only just beginning to settle in her eyes. Doe shook her head. “No. I’m so sorry, there was nothing we could do.” Her voice cracked when she spoke, but she quickly returned to the distant voice she’d had to acquire in the past few months.
Things were not getting any easier and every loving family member that she had to inform about the deaths of their family hit another chord in her own barely healed heart. She watched the woman and could tell she was moments from crumbling in on herself. A moment passed in which Doe considered walking away to check in with the mission leader, but she couldn’t. She reached out, grabbing the woman’s arm, her entire body leaning on Doe’s small frame for support.
These were the moments she hated; the moments when she wondered if everything she’d told herself in the past few months about making a difference and saving lives and stopping the pain and misery from hitting other people were all just lies and impossible dreams. These were the moments when she could hear herself in the screams of those who were dying around her, or worse, those who had been touched by death the way she had been. There were no survivors. Not this time. But how would any of them come out of this unscathed?
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Seeking Resolution || Drabble
It still hurt to think about how badly she’d messed things up with Matt; to read that he didn’t trust her. She knew it was fair, though. She hadn’t given him much reason to trust her in the past two months, not when she’d walked out on their relationship when he most needed her. But reading the words in his messy script just drove the point home. Still, the fact that he was being honest with her meant something and she was glad that he was doing so, even if it hurt now. Like he said, maybe- sooner or later- they would fix things; she would fix things.
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