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Pam was going to blow up her paper.
She was also going to blow up whichever teacher had decided that memorising seventeen different ingredients, their properties, their interactions, and precisely what happened when you added them in the wrong order constituted an appropriate use of a person's afternoon.
Unfortunately, blowing up things was probably frowned upon.
Especially in the library.
She was beginning to feel that she was being remarkably restrained, considering the circumstances.
The problem was that the parchment remained stubbornly intact despite the sheer force of hatred being directed towards it. Worse, the answer was apparently somewhere in the large, thick book that was in her face. Pam was sure of it. It had to be. She had been staring at the same question for so long that she was beginning to suspect the ink was mocking her.
She dropped her quill.
"This is stupid."
Exams were approaching. This was supposed to be revision.
Instead, she was stuck with a question which seemed like it was going out of its way to get on her nerves.
She needed help.
The admission was painful.
As was the realisation that there were people in the library who might actually be able to provide it.
Pam looked around.
Ther was literally not a single familiar face around that she could beg ask for help. Most people were either deeply engrossed in their own work or looked like they would rather be approached by a rampaging troll than a student asking about homework.
Then she spotted someone familiar.
Pam had seen her around a few times. They weren't exactly friends, but it was a familiar face. More importantly, she was sitting behind a mountain of books with the sort of concentration Pam desperately wished she possessed.
She could ask her.
Except Pam couldn't recall her name.
Well that was convenient.
She knew of her. She knew they had met. She distinctly remembered being involved in the same disastrous evening involving Black ink and enough potion-related trouble to last several lifetimes.
Her name, however, had apparently been filed away in the same mental cabinet as every other piece of information Pam desperately needed at the worst possible moment.
Pam squinted at her from across the library.
Eugenia.
...Eugenia?
That sounded right.
Probably.
There was only one way to find out, and unfortunately it involved walking over there.
Pam gathered her parchment, closed her textbook with considerably more force than necessary, and stood.
She made it halfway across the library before stopping.
This was ridiculous.
She couldn't walk up to someone and say hello, I don't remember your name, but could you please save me from failing Potions?
Actually, she probably could.
Definitely could.
It was either that or spend another twenty minutes staring at the same question.
Pam continued towards the table.
"Excuse me?"
She waited for the girl to look up before holding out her parchment.
"You're Eugenia, right?" She asked with relatively more confidence than she actually felt, "Can you... help me out?"
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"I'd rather be heartless, than have my heart in pieces"
-Calming Presence- The Muggle Condition
iNPC: Hikari Fujimoto
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