Chapter 593 - Tutoring (2/2)
Glenda and Fredrick merely stare at Lockhart as though he is an idiot, while Lorcan wordlessly merely shakes his head at him in sympathy. Jeremy's face slightly brightens up at seeing his house female Prefect, Prefect Prince. Though she and her twin brother were a bit cold faced, they were always willing to lend a hand and patiently answer a question, when asked.
”Are you having trouble with a subject, Lockhart?” Rowan asked.
Lockhart flushes bright red and quietly admits, ”I'm having trouble with potions.”
Rowan nods sagely and says, ”I don't know if you know, but I was rather terrible my first year at Potions.” Lockhart stares at Rowan in disbelief as do the other first years clearly looked startled. They had all heard the rumors and whispers about how the Prince twins were geniuses.
”I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth,” Rowan confessed. ”I had to work twice as hard as my brother, who is a natural genius in the subject, in order to improve. And now I can confidently say I am competent enough in the subject, but that didn't come without a strong effort on my part. Now, if you would explain, what you are having trouble with, I can probably help.”
Lockhart happily begins to explain the issue as Rowan attentively listens before explaining what the problem is. By the end of it, Lockhart seemed much more cheerful as he wrapped up his essay for Slughorn's class period. Turning towards the other seven members of the table, she asks, ”And what do all of you need help with?”
The fearless younger girl of the two Gryffindors, Lucy raises her hand and says, ”Martha and I are a little stuck on our Charms assignment. We're supposed to list all the examples on how to properly hold our wand, but we are missing some.”
”Very well then,” Rowan muttered, before listing the proper ways in which to hold a wand. The two girls hastily jot down the forms, while Prefect Prince goes through them one by one.
Luckily, the rest of them did not really have any issues with their essays, beyond asking one or two questions. Holding back a sigh, Rowan moved on to another table to aid the other first years with any issues. The rest of the time went quickly by leaving Rowan no time to work on her own assignments.
By the time it was nearly dinnertime most of the first years were gone except for the chatting sight individuals in the corner of the classroom. Clearing her throat, Rowan firmly states, ”It's almost time for dinner.”
Getting the hint, the eight of them begin to put their things away. Rowan easily clears tables and straightens out chairs with a wave of her wand. Making sure that the eight first years have everything; she finally locks the door behind her.