Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Jun 1, 2005 14:21:50 GMT
Melody scratched her head. The sun was rather strong at the moment, it being a day in early summer. The exams were about to start. Revision and work hadn't really been her biggest commitment over the year, that, of course, had been her music, and to be honest it was a bit late to be starting now. But she might as well try. So she was. All these different subjects, stretched out in front of her on the grass. She needed to revise somewhere in contact with nature, she wouldn't be able to face it otherwise, but it was distracting her. There was enough water for the plants and they were flourishing. She wanted to get up and dance and share their joy. But instead she was stuck here. In her own little spot, in the middle of nowhere as far as you could get nowhere in the school grounds, clogged up with students revising. She was sitting on her Gryffindor jumper to stop the slightly damp grass underneath her leaving a wet patch when she stood up.
Melody sighed and lay down her History of Magic textbook. It was no use trying to learn this stuff. She'd hardly got a decent mark in an essay all year, and now she was expected to revise from her notes. History of Magic was one subject she didn't like. Potions was a another she wasn't all that fond of. Mainly the teacher that did that. Snoopy wasn't exactly the most encouraging teacher. And he wasn't all that fond of Melody. She didn't do anything much to stand out as particularly someone he should hate; it was probably just because of her blood and, most of all, the fact she was a Gryffindor. Melody picked up a Potions book and then put it back down again. She didn't want to do that now. Instead she picked up her Transfiguration book. Now there was something that wasn't too bad to revise. Looking over her exercise book where she kept all her essays on their loose pieces of parchment, she noticed the cover had a little grass stain on it. She rubbed it but it didn't come off. Oops. Hopefully Professor McGonagall wouldn't mind. Melody stretched her legs out and flipped the book open, starting to read on the first page.
Melody sighed and lay down her History of Magic textbook. It was no use trying to learn this stuff. She'd hardly got a decent mark in an essay all year, and now she was expected to revise from her notes. History of Magic was one subject she didn't like. Potions was a another she wasn't all that fond of. Mainly the teacher that did that. Snoopy wasn't exactly the most encouraging teacher. And he wasn't all that fond of Melody. She didn't do anything much to stand out as particularly someone he should hate; it was probably just because of her blood and, most of all, the fact she was a Gryffindor. Melody picked up a Potions book and then put it back down again. She didn't want to do that now. Instead she picked up her Transfiguration book. Now there was something that wasn't too bad to revise. Looking over her exercise book where she kept all her essays on their loose pieces of parchment, she noticed the cover had a little grass stain on it. She rubbed it but it didn't come off. Oops. Hopefully Professor McGonagall wouldn't mind. Melody stretched her legs out and flipped the book open, starting to read on the first page.