Clarabel had been in the library studying for what felt like hours ( she wasn’t able to go on a Hogsmeade weekend yet, so, she had some extra time to kill – that she desperatelyneeded for studying ). After finding herself succumbing to sleep, she yawned, waking up to find some ink smudged on her face.
“I can’t wait for the ghost party on Halloween. Might be the only thing motivating me right now,” she mused, rising from her hunched over position.
Greta had, too, been in the library to get some very necessary studying gone. As it turned out, it was possible for Transfiguration to get even harder, and so she simply had to spend most of her time devoted to the subject she was so horrible at ----- after all, redoing the year because she failed Transfiguration was no option. However, her mind was soon taken off the incredibly difficult subject, as eyes laid themselves on Clara, as she saw her friend waking up.
“It’s going to be amazing, I’m subconsciously counting the days,” she said cheerfully, letting her books drop on the table and sitting down across from the brunette. “Are you alright, though?”
