The Christmas holidays, by turns relaxed and busy, slipped away, signaling that the end-of-term exams were fast approaching.
Some students scrambled to make up for lost time in the tense atmosphere, while others, stubborn as mules that ten horses could not budge, barreled blindly down the path of refusing to study.
In the library, James Potter chewed on the end of his quill, staring in despair at the Potions review points Lily had marked out for him in his notes.
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