Cameron watched with wide eyes as she slid her notes towards him for examination. He’d never imagined one person could be so... thorough. Surely there had to be professors less organized than her. It begged the question: “How did you learn to do that to begin with?” he asked, brushing his fingers across the parchment. The best he’d ever learned was bullet points, and even those tended to lack a system other than separating separate thoughts.
“I told Sloane that I wanted to be a healer, too, you know. She said she we should compete for the highest grades,” he said, wondering if Alice had any advice to tie the two methods together. “Maybe it would help to have goals—you know, like ‘master all third-year potions by December’,” he suggested. He was terrible at this.
“I told Sloane that I wanted to be a healer, too, you know. She said she we should compete for the highest grades,” he said, wondering if Alice had any advice to tie the two methods together. “Maybe it would help to have goals—you know, like ‘master all third-year potions by December’,” he suggested. He was terrible at this.
