How I Spent My Summer at Hogwarts (and other things you don’t want your students to know.)

"What's wrong, Michael?"

Michael Pryor shrugged and turned back to the window. He let his forehead come to rest against the cool glass and watched as the vivid green countryside flew by. Normally, he loved June first – it was the day school was finally out for the summer and the Hogwarts Express carried him home for three blessedly carefree months. This year, however, he was sullen and withdrawn, and it was a direct result of hearing from his parents not two days ago. His summer trip to France had been canceled because of his poor performance on his OWLs. He would be kept at home until September first. He sighed deeply. It was a sobering prospect.