OWLs sucked. Mim was positive that she was going to fail. Every time she tried studying with Grant she got distracted. It wasn't always the same thing, while most of the times it did end up to her thinking about snogging him or participation in other acts which were non beneficial to their study habits. Sometimes it was something small like how he held his quill or any other number of little odd quirks, then there were times where he started talking, and said something incredibly stupid which she thought was just adorable. But as adorable as he was, it wasn't adorable in a helping her past her fifth year kind of way.

She was, currently, absorbed in to her History of Magic papers. She'd taken so many, many notes and there were pages and pages of stuff she had to go through. With a miserable sigh, she reached to flip a piece of parchment to see the one underneath. Completely absorbed in to her studying, She didn't even notice that Noah sat down until he started talking to her.

"So, I hear McKinney got lucky after the game?"

Jerking up and spilling ink absolutely everywhere, she sputtered for a moment a kind of reply, which was completely inaudible, and scrambled to clean up her papers before they were ruined entirely. She yanked out her wand and muttered a charm which more or less cleared up her papers, but a few were ruined beyond repair. He kept talking but Miriam wasn't listening. She instead turned her attention to her school blouse with a lovely ink stain up the left sleeve. Yeah, that wasn't coming out, she whimpered slightly, another blouse ruined.

He stopped with his sudden bit of knowledge that she wasn't hearing and he figured she ought say something. Her face flushed even the shade of her hair. "I… Well… and for heaven sake! I only told Adela… Did Grant tell you? Does everyone know? Does Matt know? You won't tell him will you?"

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