Mirra wished her head of house would shut up. Normally potions was alright. Snape certainly favored his slytherin students so that was a plus. But the last thing on Mirras mind at the moment was potions. The petite ravelclaw in front of her shifted in her seat again. The motion exposed more of her thigh... shit. She wasn't sure if she was loving or hating the new seating arangement. Usually Luna sat on the other side of the class. But someone decided to take insipiration from a muggle prank and enchanted her chair to make a less than flattering noise every time Luna sat in it. Or shifter her weight in it for that matter. Eventually it was so distracting that even Snape broke and insisted that Luna find another seat. As luck would have it, the only open one was directly in front of Mirra. Mirra made a mental note to find and hex the shit out of whoever pulled the prank when she got the chance. Luna hadn't really seemed to mind it though. When she first sat down she'd looked a bit confused but then she'd looked almost... fond of the noises the chair made. Charmed even, like someone had written her a nice letter rather than played a rude prank. Luna never reacted to things the way other people would. It's what earned her the nick name "Loony Lovegood". Mirra supposed she had to admit that Luna was a bit odd. But that's what was so lovely about her. So Mirra had taken to calling her "Lovely Luna." Only in her head of course. She hadn't actually talked to the ravenclaw girl much yet, so it was a little premature to have come up with a pet name. She hated that she wasn't able to talk to her. Mirra was a slytherin. She was hardly one to be intimdated by other people, least of all this little whisp of a girl. But every time she'd tried to strike up a conversation... Like last week. She'd tried to approach Luna to compliment her radish earings and dazzle her with the charm that slytherin girls were renowned for. Instead she'd ended up walking up to her, saying "you have radishes in your ears" and walking away. Mirra flinched at the memory. The rediculous way she'd handled herself had left her determined to find some form of redemption for her behavior. It was gonna take a lot to maker her forget her embarassment though. She figured Luna moaning her name in pleasure a few times ought to do the trick... nope. Wrong train of thought for potions class. Shit. Snape had just erased the last step from the board and she hadn't written it down. Well when opportunity comes knocking... Luna had been scribbling furiously so surely she'd jotted down the instructions. And both of their potions partners were out sick today, the Weasleys were having a sale on their puking pastels. So as snape slamed his book shut and ordered everyone to begin brewing, Mirra leaned forward and tapped Luna on the shoulder. The blonde girl twirled around in her seat and looked at Mirra curiously.
"Need a partner?" Mirra asked trying her best to sound like she could care less about the answer.
"Oh, yes please. Thank you." Luna smiled sweetly at her. Shit. Well that was unsettlingly cute. Mirra tried to settle down her heart beat. It was just a smile for fucks sake.
"Did you copy down all of the instructions?" Mirra asked.
"Oh um... well..." Luna bit her lip and tried to conceal her notebook. It was too late though. Mirra had already seen the rather imagionative doodles that covered the page. It didn't look like she'd copied anything from the board. Mirra bit back a laugh. There went the last chance at a decent grade on this potion. But the adorable shade of pink that Luna was turning was more than worth it. Mirra's grade was practically perfect so she could take the fall on one potion. She couldn't help but wonder if Lunas grade was alright though. It probably wasn't if she made a regular habit of doodling instead of taking notes. At least they could start the potion anyways. Maybe they could squeeze out partial credit from Snape. He wasn't known for grading kindly but Mirra was one of his favorites. So Mirra opened her notebook to where she had been taking notes before her hormones had so rudely interupted her and set to work. They didn't talk much. Ok, so they didn't talk at all. They did brush hands a few times though. And each time Mirra felt a current of electricity jolt through her eminating from wherever they had touched. This was rediculous. She'd have to do something about this soon if she wanted to retain her sanity. They got to the part of the potion where Mirra had stopped taking notes and to Mirra's surprise, Luna kept brewing. She didn't even seem to notice that there weren't any more instructions. Mirra watched her curiously until the potion turned the light lavender it was meant to be when finsihed and Luna set down her wand.
"Luna how did you do that?" Mirra asked. Luna looked a bit confused by the question.
"How did I do what?"
"Finsih the potion without instructions." Mirra clarified.
"Oh. Well once we got to a certian point... it just kinda clicked what they were going for and I knew how I would have gone about making it were it me... so I just did that." Mirra was very impressed. Having that kind of understanding of such a complicated potion was practically unheard of in a student. She couldn't decide if she was perturbed that Luna was that much smarter than her or turned on by it. Bit of both probably. They bottled their potion and turned it in to proffesor Snape. They both gathered their things and Mirra turned to leave. She was a bit annoyed for not taking this opportunity to flirt with Luna even a little. So she decided she'd attempt to say something before she left.
"Well, it was a pleasure working with you. Hope we get to be partners again sometime soon lovely Luna." she said before winking, spinning around on her heals, and walking out the door. Had she meant to be that dramatic and call Luna by her secret pet name? No. She was a bit horrified that she'd winked. But did the delightful shade of pink Luna turned make it worth it? Hell yeah. Maybe Mirra could pull this off after all.