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Scorpius Malfoy strode out of the Great Hall, towards the dungeons. It was the first day of his sixth year, and he was looking forward to find out who his new potions classmates would be. He made bets with himself as he hurried down the steps towards the dungeons, black robe flowing out behind him. Cassandra, he assumed would not be there. Although being the belle of the Slytherin common room, it was definitely a case of the dumb blonde syndrome. His best mates, Blaise and Abraham would most likely be there, the three of them having all received Os in their O. the previous summer. Other than that, he had no idea.
He paused before entering the dark classroom, to quickly restyle his pale blonde hair and brush a speck of invisible dust from his shoulder. Throwing back his head he swaggered into the dim room, which already had a layer of thick blue-ish green steam on the ceiling. Source of the steam appeared to be a large black cauldron, stood on a centre table, full of a bubbling clear grey liquid, which seemed to shine with a pearlescent glow. It smelt, faintly, of rice.
Scorpius looked around the room to see who had joined him that year. As expected, Blaise and Abraham were already lounging in their chairs at the back of the class. In front of them, sat two Ravenclaws, Jenny, a muggle born with cropped black hair and lightly tanned skin and Rowanda, a half blood with strawberry blonde hair, worn permanently in a braid down her back. Rowanda was pretty cool; Scorpius had got to know her in charms last year where they found they had a mutual appreciation of dragons. Rowanda did eventually want to work with them overseas. In the far corner of the room, a small Hufflepuff girl twirled a peacock feather quill between her fingers. She was pretty looking, with dark skin and a deep brown pony tail. Although Scorpius had never spoken to her before, he had a feeling that her name was Xander. She caught him looking and nodded in his direction, before turning back to the front of the class. Opposite Xander, two Gryffindors were chatting earnestly to each other. The two cousins, Albus Potter and Rose Weasly, who both looked so similar to their famous parents. Albus with dark, messy hair and shining green eyes; he still looked much younger than his real age. Rose was taller, dark curls of brown hair spilled over her shoulders. She had grown over summer, filled out a little, giving her the makings of a strong witch, instead of the thin freckled girl who had followed her cousins around endlessly last year. Of course they had always stuck together. The family was famously close, and nothing yet had driven the pair apart. Even their younger siblings, Lily and Hugo were seen with them almost constantly outside of classes. Rose looked up at that moment, and made eye contact. She kept her gaze steady for one, two moments, and then smiled, ever so slightly, red lips curving upwards. Her brown eyes flashed just before she looked away.
Scorpius frowned a little. What had that smile meant, and why had it been directed at him? He turned away, to his chair next to Blaise, just as the door reopened and Professor Eisner swept into the room, her long black dress flowing around her. Her grey eyes flashed menacingly as she turned to face her class. "Welcome 6th year, to NEWT level potions. You will find this class to be much advanced to last years as we have a lot to get through before your examinations. Therefore no interruptions or trouble making will be tolerated. Understand?" The class quickly nodded. "Good. This, class is a potion made of essence of passiflora incarnate. Can anyone tell me what this is used for?" She looked expectantly around the class, as she gestured to the caldron on the table. Scorpius had no idea what essence of passiflora incarnate was. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find out. However, Roses hand quickly shot up into the air.
"Essence of Passiflora Incarnata, or passion flower, is often used to relieve tension, or stress."
"Indeed, good work Miss Weasly, five points to Gryffindor." Out of the corner of his eye, Scorpius glanced at Rose, who was smiling to herself, as if laughing at some private joke. He looked back at the professor. "Now then, today we shall be mixing the potion on the table here, Passiflora Perforatum. It is an anti-depressant, sometimes used in St. Mungos, or at home after a bad experience and as such is a useful potion. Instructions," she flicked her wand, "are on the board," They appeared there. "One hour, you may start."