Lauren stopped recording notes as the last person to give a response finished speaking and dropped her quill with a heavy sigh. Her hand hurt: it must have been out of shape from the idle summer before term. She used her left hand to massage her right palm, then her right wrist. They felt stiff, and every few seconds an electric pain shot down from her elbow. She winced slightly and wished she knew a spell to relieve such discomfort. But Lauren refused to let her grades {or Slytherin's house points} suffer just because she was doing so, so she plucked her wooden quill from the desk and resumed writing down her fellow students' responses. She could only hope Professor Pride would give them an assignment {preferrably an easy one} and release them soon - she needed a rest after a long day of classes and bad luck.
Last edited by laudienne; 07-13-2007 at 02:10 AM.
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