DESSERTS spelled backwards

'I think Divination seems woolly,' she said, searching for her page. 'A lot of guesswork, if you ask me.'
'There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!' said Ron hotly.
'You didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep,' said Hermione coolly.
'Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being rubbish at something for a change!'
He had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere.
'If being good in Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in clumps of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared to my Arithmancy class!'
She snatched up her bag and stalked away.
***
''S no good, Ron,' said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps. 'That Committee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm jus' gonna make sure the rest of Beaky's time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that…'
Hagrid turned round and hurried back towards his cabin, his face buried in his hankerchief.
'Look at him blubber!'
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening.
'Have you seen anything quite as pathetic?' said Malfoy. 'And he's supposed to be our teacher!'
Harry and Ron both made furious moves towards Malfoy, but Hermione got there first- SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy around the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
'Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul- you evil-'
'Hermione!' said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
'Get off, Ron!'
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards.Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
'C'mon,' Malfoy muttered, and next moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
'Hermione!' Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.
'Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!' Hermione said shrilly. 'You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin win!'
'We're due in Charms,' said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. 'We'd better go.'
***
'My dear…' Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. 'It is here, plainer than ever before… my dear, stalking towards you, growing ever closer… the Gr-'
'Oh, for goodness' sake!' said Hermione, loudly. 'Not that ridiculous Grim again!'
Professor Trelawney raised her enormous eyes to Hermione's face. Parvati whispered something to Lavender, and they both glared at Hermione, too. Professor Trelawney stood up, surveying Hermione with unmistakeable anger.
'I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class, my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly Mundane.'
There was a moment's silence. Then-
'Fine!' said Hermione suddenly, getting up and cramming Unfogging the Future back into her bag. 'Fine!' she repeated, swinging the bag over her shoulder and almost knocking Ron off his chair. 'I give up! I'm leaving!'
And to the whole class's amazement, Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder out of sight.
***
Excerpts from 'Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban' by J K Rowling. Copyright (c) 1999 J K Rowling.

And that, my friends, is how stress could even affect Hermione Granger, the brightest student in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who is cool, calm and collected most of the time.

Imagine what it could do to a lesser student like myself. *bursts into hysterical giggles*

Hanna Glawari: Stop giggling like a half-wit!
Count Danilo: But it's the only giggle I've got! (from Franz Lehar's The Merry Widow)

Tuberculosis is usually due to infections by Mycobacterium tuberculosis, Mycobacterium bovis and occasionally due to atypical mycobacterial infections which include Mycobacterium kanasai, whoops! I mean, kansasii, Mycobacterium avium...

Wish me luck.