"Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in his crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing his examiner's reflection.
"We shouldn't have taken that stupid subject in the first place," said Harry.
"Still, at least we can give it up now."
"Yeah," said Harry. "No more pretending we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus get too friendly..."
"And from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die--I'm just chucking them in the bin where they belong."
Oh, and I'm not shirking work to read...I'm home sick today. The worst is over but it's just lingering. Going to the doctor tomorrow, Anonymous. That's the soonest they would see me. Just thought I'd end up feeling like crap all week if I flew four days straight with a sinus infection... Now I can at least salvage the last trip of the week.