On the day the O.W.L. Exams began, even students from other years could clearly sense the tense atmosphere hanging over the Great Hall.
Even Vizet's dormmates were not in very good shape at the moment.
Today's subject was Herbology. Anthony had Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi spread out before him, but his gaze was not on its pages. Instead, he absentmindedly poked at the potatoes on his plate.
Terry was not doing much better. He tore his bread into small pieces, rolled them into balls, and arranged them neatly across his plate.
His eyes were fixed on the plate, staring blankly at the little bread balls before him. Every so often, his lips moved, as though he were reciting some incantation.
Michael looked to be in fairly good condition on the surface, having already polished off more than half the food on his plate.
The problem was that the portion on his plate far exceeded his usual appetite. At least five sandwiches remained, along with several pieces of bacon and pickled herring piled there, yet he kept stuffing food into his mouth without even realizing it.
What was more, his free hand was not idle either. His fingers kept drumming against the tabletop, growing louder and louder, though he did not seem to notice.
Chris was much like Michael, trying to hide his nerves by eating and guzzling Pumpkin Juice.
By the time Vizet and Luna sat down, he had already finished an entire jug of Pumpkin Juice.
"Morning..." Chris burped, and Pumpkin Juice could even be seen rising in his throat.
He paid it no mind and looked at Vizet. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Pretty well." Vizet nodded and poured Luna a cup of warm milk.
"Ugh! Even the Calming Draught didn't work anymore!" Michael rubbed his