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She had always been able to keep her grades at least someone decent, and in most of her subjects, she was still doing very well. It was just Defense Against the Dark Arts that she was failing, and she was failing it hard. She could already see the disappointment in her parents’ eyes, and there was no way she was going to go home with a Dreadful.
So she had gathered up her courage and had trudged to the teachers’ lounge, knocking on the door and requesting to speak to her professor. She held her textbook in her arms, her bag dangling from her shoulder, and she was staring at the floor in front of him. None of her family had been this bad at Defense. In fact, most of them had excelled at the subject, with her uncle Harry, uncle Ron and aunt Hermione even leading the DA in teaching the other people when they had been at Hogwarts. Of course, her father had been quite good at all subjects as well, and her mother had been top of her class in Defense. So she had to get better.
When she heard the door to the teachers’ lounger open once again, she looked up, giving the professor a weak smile. “I think I need some help with your subject,” she said in a soft voice.