Tired towards exams

Tash was carried off by the Paramedic wizards and she disappeared from sight as the portkey disappeared in a flash of light. I dreaded what was coming next and I couldn't face up to her parents.

Apprehensively, I turned round and saw that Tash's parents had already disapparated. All I saw was the grim face of Madam Pomfrey and the despairing faces of Laurie and Sam.

We looked at eachother and communicated silently. I couldn't stay there any longer.

Feet heavy, I walked over to the door and picked up my bag and left the Hospital Wing and went to the Library to serve my detention for that evening. I had to help Madam Pince re-shelve books for two hours. Oh joy.



I passed many first and second years on my way to the Library. Every one of them gave me weird looks, as if they knew what I had done. I saw my sister leaving the hospital wing after me, as she had just been released too. She caught up to me and didn't stop. She had a bundle of books in her arms and was running to the Library, looking hurriedly at her watch. She was obviously late for returning them.

"Hey Soph," I called softly after her. "If you want, I can take those books back for you. I'm heading over to the library to serve my detention. I'll put them back in and I'll relieve you of the fine."

"Thanks, Annie," she said gratefully as she put the pile of books in my arm.

"No worries. I got this."



I clutched the books as I walked over to the library. I glanced at the titles as I checked them into the Library and returned them to the shelves. My sister had taken out books like "Hexes; for fun and profit" and other titles of the same ilk.

I chuckled as I returned each book to the shelf. My sister had always wanted to make money out of her talents, but this was just going a little too far.

Two long hours passed as I went from shelf to shelf on a moving ladder, returning books to their correct places, and ridding the books of bookworms, which liked to eat the ink that the books were printed with. Several times, I stumbled over couples who were kissing in the more obscure shelves where people rarely went. I couldn't help it, but they got mad at me, and I had many books chucked at my head... most of them had been hexed to fly off the shelves at passers by, but that was beside the point.

Once every single book had been returned to its respective shelf, I was dismissed from my detention. It was about 6.33 in the evening and I had a pile of homework to do.
"Oh poo, no wizard's chess with Peggy this evening," I grumbled as I hauled my exhausted carcass up the staircases to the Ravenclaw tower.

As soon as the door let me through, I plonked myself down on the first empty chair that I could find by a window with a desk next to it. I took out my notebooks and my textbooks and took out my box of new quills which I had been saving for exams.
A white owl flew past the window, hooting as it flew. A fine mist crept around the castle grounds and the pale moon wore a crown of silver as the glowing orb in the dark night sky grew brighter.

I dipped my quill into my blue inkwell and started to write my potions essay. So warm was it in the Common room that I felt my eyes starting to droop. My eyelids grew heavy and every mark I made on the parchment with my quill became more and more slow.
"No!" I told myself, slapping myself awake and taking off my school robe, hoping it wouldn't keep me too hot.
I continued to work in the ever-quieting commonroom. The clock chimed nine hours and I discarded my jumper and loosened my tie, rolling my sleeves up too, in a vain attempt to cool down.

My potions essay finished, I then moved onto a report on the Expelliarmus spell which we had learnt in Defence Against the Dark Arts.
The fire that had crackled away merrily in the grate merely an hour ago was now nothing more than a pile of glowing embers, casting a dim light around the common room. My oil lamp next to me flickered as it too started to go out. I filled it with some more paraffin and continued working until I could work no more.

The same feelings of tiredness came over me and I couldn't fight it. I attempted to continue writing, but it was all in vain.

I fell asleep where I sat, quill in hand, an ink blot appearing on the parchment where the quill nib rested.