HISTORY OF MAGIC PROVED not as tedious as one would assume, mainly due to Jude's eagerness to learn over the last few days before attending Hogwarts, in which he spent most of his time reading his textbook in preparation for said class – especially the one named after the subject. He'd stayed up late more often than not, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to absorb as much knowledge as possible. Memorizing things came easily to him, especially when he was interested in learning, like all things magic.
However, just because the subject didn't prove as much of a headache as every other, that didn't mean Jude didn't have to face some kind of challenge. Unfortunately, it was clear his peaceful days at Hogwarts would have to wait, as the Gryffindor faced difficulties at every turn: whether it'd be not arguing with Slytherins, or succeeding at casting a spell, or not crashing his broom.
Instead of his magical ineptitude, Jude dealt with something more mild – a smarter classmate.
Pulling his textbooks from his bag, Jude was quick to notice that his desk partner wasn't a Gryffindor. The details of her black school robes were blue, meaning Ravenclaw. The House of the nerds, as he liked to call them. His biggest rivals. Ravenclaw hadn't been considered by the Sorting Hat as a good suit for him, which offended him deeply. Jude wasn't the most dedicated student back in his Muggle school, that's true, but that's because he knew he belonged somewhere better than those magic-less walls. He belonged at Hogwarts, learning about goblins, trolls, Mending Charms, and potions.
Glancing at her, Jude tried not to let intimidated. Just because she was in Ravenclaw, it didn't mean she'd always do better than him. She could very well be just as bad as practical classes as he was – or even worse! (Ah, how he childishly prayed she was much, much worse.) Brushing his curls from his face, he pulled out his roll of parchment, inkwell, and quill, as the Professor made their way to the front of the classroom.
He could see that not everyone appreciated History of Magic the same way he did; some classmates looked tired, ready to use those minutes in class to nap, or get some homework done; others were always exchanging notes and giggling amongst themselves. As fun as that looked, Jude couldn't afford to be distracted and surpassed.
