RP: Feels like failure.
Date: March 12, 1999.
Characters: Cormac McLaggen, Twinkie.
Location: Vinewood Terrace.
Status: Private
Summary: Cormac gets his NEWTs results.
Completion: Complete
"Master Cormac! Master Cormac!"
Cormac groaned and rolled over, squinting at his house-elf. "Bloody hell, Twinkie, what is it?"
"The NEWT results have come, sir!" Twinkie said, holding out a piece of parchment. Cormac sat straight up and tore it open, his hands shaking almost as much as Twinkie's were.
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests Results
Pass Grades:
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades:
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Cormac Flaherty McLaggen has achieved:
Arithmancy O
Charms O
Defense Against the Dark Arts E
Potions O
Transfiguration O
"Damn it!" He cried out, throwing the parchment to the ground. "I almost got perfect Os. Sodding Potter. You know, they didn't use to test everyone on their Patronus before Harry Potter came along. And now they assume we can all do it, just like that. Well it's damn hard to pull a Patronus out!" He roared. Twinkie nodded, wringing her hands. "What am I going to tell Father?" He groaned, lying back down on his bed. "This is not good. Not good at all."
Twinkie covered him back up with the blanket and brought him a small bottle of Firewhiskey before shutting the door quietly.
Characters: Cormac McLaggen, Twinkie.
Location: Vinewood Terrace.
Status: Private
Summary: Cormac gets his NEWTs results.
Completion: Complete
"Master Cormac! Master Cormac!"
Cormac groaned and rolled over, squinting at his house-elf. "Bloody hell, Twinkie, what is it?"
"The NEWT results have come, sir!" Twinkie said, holding out a piece of parchment. Cormac sat straight up and tore it open, his hands shaking almost as much as Twinkie's were.
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests Results
Pass Grades:
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades:
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Cormac Flaherty McLaggen has achieved:
Arithmancy O
Charms O
Defense Against the Dark Arts E
Potions O
Transfiguration O
"Damn it!" He cried out, throwing the parchment to the ground. "I almost got perfect Os. Sodding Potter. You know, they didn't use to test everyone on their Patronus before Harry Potter came along. And now they assume we can all do it, just like that. Well it's damn hard to pull a Patronus out!" He roared. Twinkie nodded, wringing her hands. "What am I going to tell Father?" He groaned, lying back down on his bed. "This is not good. Not good at all."
Twinkie covered him back up with the blanket and brought him a small bottle of Firewhiskey before shutting the door quietly.