Just as spring was coming, Michael found it harder and harder to concentrate on his schoolwork. Sure, the school year was almost over, but that was little comfort for the time being. After all, the Professors were bound to give them all finals, which meant that he would have to study. He was surely not looking forward to that.

Even now, as he was trying to write a Potions essay in the courtyard, Mike was completely distracted. He just wanted the year to end, especially after the mountains of school work the first years already were given. It was only their first year, and the Professors were giving them a lot of work already!

"This is so boring," he muttered. Mike tried to write yet another sentence for the potion. "This is useless," he sighed, after failing to actually write an intelligent sentence. Dropping his quill on bench that he was sitting at, he crumpled up the parchment and tossed it into his pile of other unintelligible writings for the class.

Iris could appreciate nice days, but at the moment she was more in favor of studying for her rapidly-approaching finals. She had, however, allowed herself to study out in the courtyard instead of cooped up in the library. Fresh air was good for her mental health.

At the moment, she was looking over her Transfiguration notes, trying to parse her own cramped handwriting. She was vaguely aware of other people present, but she was jerked back to reality when a vaguely familiar voice began speaking.

"This mumble mumble," she heard the voice say. She tried to direct her attention back to her notes, but the voice continued, saying something about mumble mumble useless. Sighing heavily, she looked up to see a boy she recognized from some of her classes.

"Hey," she asked, "do you want some help? Or are you just going to sit there muttering?"