Tony walked through the front doors of the great hall. It wasn't breakfast, or dinner. But it was Saturday, so there were a few people in the room. He walked towards the front of the room, saying hi to a few people as he passed.
He sat down at the Hufflepuff table and started to read his Spell book. He hated reading, but he loved learning. He liked practicing practically, not studying from the book. He flipped his wand through his hands, thinking of the magic it had once conjured, and not so much of his paper which was due tomorrow.
He had worked on the paper for the past 3 days, and had gotten about 3 paragraphs out of 4 pages done. Crap.
He tried reading the book again, but the letters got jumbled up in his head. He slammed the book shut, and put his head in his hands in hopelessness.
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