Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.3As soon as December started, I found myself anticipating the Winter Break much more eagerly than I ever had before. The past three months had been the most stressful, homework-oriented days of my entire schooling career, to the point that I actually had to skip Hogsmeade visits to read for classes. I really needed a break from my textbooks, from the countless essays, from everything that took more than an ounce of brainpower.Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.3 by froggy21997
But before that could happen, at the end of the first Transfiguration class of the month, Professor Gamble reminded me and my fellow fifth-years about something even more anxiety-inducing than anything else we had to face this year: career consultations.
“Oh, come now,” she chided, putting her hands on her hips. “You shouldn’t be groaning at me! You get to skip class for this, you know! And your decision— if you make one— most certainly isn’t final. This is just a little one-on-one meeting with me about your interests, so
Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.2As soon as classes started on Monday, it became very clear to all fifth-years just how awful this year was going to be, and it was just as bad as we had anticipated. Every single one of the professors assigned an entire chapter of reading from their prospective textbooks and then told us that we would be quizzed on the readings next time we had class! The worst part was that none of the professors looked sympathetic at all! Not even Uncle Albus, who until now almost never assigned homework!Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.2 by froggy21997
The only hint of an upside to this proverbial slap in the face was that most of the quizzes were going to be open-notes, with the exception of Herbology, though Professor Break had strongly advised us to take notes on the reading anyway, to get the information in our heads. But this did very little to lighten our spirits, because taking notes added time to what already looked to be hours of homework each night.
But what terrified me the most were the thoughts whirling around in my head about what Mu
Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.1All of us felt the pressure. Every single fifth-year. I could see it on my classmates’ faces at the Opening Feast when I gathered the courage to look around. It felt like a dense storm cloud hovered over our heads, blotting out any hint of calm, reassuring light.Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 5.1 by froggy21997
O.W.L. year was upon us.
For the entire evening, from when we arrived to when we were dismissed to our dormitories, I refused to look up at the High Table because this year our teachers would be our enemies. Even Uncle Albus and Mum had told us that they were going to have to assign a ton of homework, and quiz us as often as every week just to be sure that we would be prepared for the approaching monster exams.
But by far the worst news of the year was that, in celebration of its twentieth anniversary since its establishment at Hogwarts, the Music program was going to have its own O.W.L. exams too! I was completely outraged when Dad broke the news to me halfway through Summer Break, when he started writing letters to eve