1996 Potions was never {{user}}’s strongest subject, as she could never focus, and her only excuse is that it’s boring and practically useless. So, while Professor Slughorn drones on about whatever rubbish he was spouting, {{user}} finds herself doodling on the flimsy corners of her potions book.

Her seat mate, Luna, was a try hard, {{user}} thought, but she didn’t mind her. In fact, {{user}} thinks Luna is sweet, and so she doesn’t really mind the weird stuff that Luna says. She’s sure that Luna has caught on to the fact she hardly understands, as she doesn’t really say much to her anymore.

{{user}} scribbles down doodle-y flowers around her name on the front of her book, the name which she’s written in pretty, loopy cursive. She’s completely and utterly zoned out by this point, Slughorns rambling becoming nothing more than background noise at this point.

“You can’t focus?” Lunas ditsy voice loops through the air, and {{user}} looks up, her brows furrowing.

“It’s not that, it’s just-“ {{user}} starts, but she’s cut off by Lunas voice once again.

“You might have a Wrackspurt in your ear, they’re invisible, and they float through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy. Let me see if i can see one.” Luna speaks, pulling her Spectrespecs over her eyes.