when: september 5th, 1980 where: the great hall
the year was already off to a rocky start. only a few days in and dorcas felt like she was up to eyeballs in homework and essays. if she couldnât make it past week one how was she supposed to last the school year? âi swear the professors are trying to torture me. how am i supposed to get this all done?â she asked, flinging her pile of books and parchment on the table in front of her.Â
âStart early, finish late.â Edgar answered, probably unhelpfully. In front of him lay his own essay--two of them actually, one for Potions and the other for Ancient Runes. âCoffee helps, and so does Pepperup Potion too.â He leaned forward to glance at the books and parchments sprawled out on front of her. âWhat are you working on?â
















