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Locked to Ron and Harry.
I did it. I quit.
I feel wonderful.
Private.
The thought of returning to lessons on Monday was more than I could stand. I knew that Padma wouldn't be up to taking her classes...and something just snapped inside me. So I marched off to the Farm last night to find Snape.
I was already pretty miffed with him for not answering my messages about the potion theory I'd had. Not that they're any good; the night before, I'd sat up with all my notes and...well, I marked them, that's what I did. With lots of red ink, detailing every place where my theory had holes in. And then gave myself a 'T'. It's pointless. Studies as advanced as these are beyond my capabilities - and irritatingly it's the very opportunity that Visconti is lucky enough to have. Actually inventing a unique potion isn't something one studies for NEWTs. Anyway, I'm not so bigheaded as to think I know it all. Yet.
And that's pretty much what I said to Snape as I shoved the notes and a stack of student essays into his hands. I can't remember what I said exactly. Something along the lines of "You're wrong, I'm not a know-it-all and I can't do this any more!"
I can be so eloquent at times.
And then I turned to go, and he stopped me. And said something about me being good with house elves - me, of all people - and to fetch Early. Well, I was so relieved that he hadn't withered me on the spot for yelling at him, I didn't question it, and went to leave again and then he said:
"Tell her I shall require my teaching robes clean and pressed by tomorrow."
Yes.
I'm free. I'll never have to teach again!
I did it. I quit.
I feel wonderful.
Private.
The thought of returning to lessons on Monday was more than I could stand. I knew that Padma wouldn't be up to taking her classes...and something just snapped inside me. So I marched off to the Farm last night to find Snape.
I was already pretty miffed with him for not answering my messages about the potion theory I'd had. Not that they're any good; the night before, I'd sat up with all my notes and...well, I marked them, that's what I did. With lots of red ink, detailing every place where my theory had holes in. And then gave myself a 'T'. It's pointless. Studies as advanced as these are beyond my capabilities - and irritatingly it's the very opportunity that Visconti is lucky enough to have. Actually inventing a unique potion isn't something one studies for NEWTs. Anyway, I'm not so bigheaded as to think I know it all. Yet.
And that's pretty much what I said to Snape as I shoved the notes and a stack of student essays into his hands. I can't remember what I said exactly. Something along the lines of "You're wrong, I'm not a know-it-all and I can't do this any more!"
I can be so eloquent at times.
And then I turned to go, and he stopped me. And said something about me being good with house elves - me, of all people - and to fetch Early. Well, I was so relieved that he hadn't withered me on the spot for yelling at him, I didn't question it, and went to leave again and then he said:
"Tell her I shall require my teaching robes clean and pressed by tomorrow."
Yes.
I'm free. I'll never have to teach again!