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Watson 
Seventh year was supposed to be awful anyway, wasn't it? The boy had supposed so. He had remembered seeing a few seventh years looking upset or bothered by exams or life in general. On the train prior to arriving, he had been quite chipper. Yet his emotions were turning out to be quite..... interesting with peaks and valleys like a rollercoaster track. Yep, the feast had been.... scary. He joined the group of students, offering Professor W a weak smile before sidling up to Aboli. He gave the other students a small nod before turning his gaze before the maze. Oh how he missed the kneazle lesson now.
"Hey," he said before trying to flash her an upbeat smile despite not really feeling so hot. He leaned over to the Slytherin and offered a jest. "Maybe there's a portkey inside that will wiz us away?
The more her classmates filed in, the more irritated Aboli could feel herself becoming. So they all seemed MOSTlY miserable sans the few students who seemed unbothered by the whole ordeal last night. And Aboli couldn't take it. She was about to say something when
Noah was suddenly at her side.
Noah.
His joyful aura. His presence soothed her immediately, but that was soon replaced by the very real fear that he was a muggleborn, and if anything threatened to eradicate him from her life, she would be desperately broken.
"I would love nothing more than to be wizzed away with you, Noah," she whispered back, using her gloved hand to pat his in return. But she did not want to get in trouble for PDA right now, so that is all she would do.
She cleared her throat before looking back at
Professor W.
"SO, Professor, are we just expected to pretend everything's wonderful in classes? Are we getting actual grades? Asking for my sanity," she quipped, crossing her arms over her chest.
If they failed ANY of them this year....well, she thought that utterly
ridiculous.