Post by marlenemckinnon on Feb 16, 2011 11:50:03 GMT -5
Marlene groaned in frustration as she slammed her quill onto the table in front of her, splattering ink all over the parchment next to it. But at that moment in time she was beyond caring about the state of the parchment, for that splatter of ink was the only thing on it, much to her dismay. This Transfiguration essay was slowly killing her, and despite the fact she'd spent most of the evening working on it (well, that was debatable) the furthest she'd gotten was writing her name and the title.
Homework, as most people knew, wasn't Marlene's favourite thing. In fact, most of the time, she never even bothered doing it. To Marlene, homework and any other writing element in classes was completely a waste of time. To be good at magic, you shouldn't need to write essays about it! The only important part was the practical element, and Marlene exceeded expectations of any NEWT student with this. It was common knowledge that Marlene was one of the most skilled duellers in the school and if she bothered to work in class she would probably be the top of the class. But this wasn't the case, and Marlene often come the bottom of her class because she simply refused to do work (and if she did, she rarely put effort into it).
Today though, McGonagall had decided to give Marlene an ultimatum. This came after reading her last essay, which was nowhere near the standard McGonagall wanted her NEWT students to be and she had told Marlene that unless she re-did the homework to a satisfactory level she wouldn't be able to partake in any practical parts of the lesson. Hearing this, Marlene was distraught and was left with no other alternative than to actually do her homework. Marlene cursed McGonagall again under her breath and pushed the hair out of her eyes.
It wasn't that she wasn't smart, because she was. She was able to pick up most things quicker than a lot of her classmates and she understood exacctly everything her teachers told her, but she struggled actually getting it down on parchment. And she was easily distracted. Marlene looked out of the window outside and her mind began to drift off to other things...more important things. Like Quidditch! She instantly brightened at the thought of her favourite sport and she started to think about an upcoming match. I'll need to find Sirius and talk tactics, she thought to herself. Then we can go down and train so that...
By now she was off in her own little world and her homework was laid forgotten in front of her. A little part of her brain was telling her that she should really carry on with the homework, but the larger, less responsible part of her brain carried on thinking about Quidditch.
Homework, as most people knew, wasn't Marlene's favourite thing. In fact, most of the time, she never even bothered doing it. To Marlene, homework and any other writing element in classes was completely a waste of time. To be good at magic, you shouldn't need to write essays about it! The only important part was the practical element, and Marlene exceeded expectations of any NEWT student with this. It was common knowledge that Marlene was one of the most skilled duellers in the school and if she bothered to work in class she would probably be the top of the class. But this wasn't the case, and Marlene often come the bottom of her class because she simply refused to do work (and if she did, she rarely put effort into it).
Today though, McGonagall had decided to give Marlene an ultimatum. This came after reading her last essay, which was nowhere near the standard McGonagall wanted her NEWT students to be and she had told Marlene that unless she re-did the homework to a satisfactory level she wouldn't be able to partake in any practical parts of the lesson. Hearing this, Marlene was distraught and was left with no other alternative than to actually do her homework. Marlene cursed McGonagall again under her breath and pushed the hair out of her eyes.
It wasn't that she wasn't smart, because she was. She was able to pick up most things quicker than a lot of her classmates and she understood exacctly everything her teachers told her, but she struggled actually getting it down on parchment. And she was easily distracted. Marlene looked out of the window outside and her mind began to drift off to other things...more important things. Like Quidditch! She instantly brightened at the thought of her favourite sport and she started to think about an upcoming match. I'll need to find Sirius and talk tactics, she thought to herself. Then we can go down and train so that...
By now she was off in her own little world and her homework was laid forgotten in front of her. A little part of her brain was telling her that she should really carry on with the homework, but the larger, less responsible part of her brain carried on thinking about Quidditch.