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Fey had never been any good at potions. It didn't help that in her fifth year the Slytherins had potions with the Ravenclaws, who everyone knew were hoity know-it-alls. Everyone meaning all the Slytherins, who in Fey's Hogwarts' world, were everyone. Slytherins didn't seem to mix much with the other houses.
You'd think, seeing as potions was a fairly practical subject with little theory, that there was only so much homework that could be set on it; but with the Ravenclaws pushing the class' average higher and higher, the homework set by Professor Slughorn was getting harder and more time-consuming as the year progressed.
One person who seemed to be having no problem with the three-parchment essay they'd been assigned was the boy sitting next to her at the big oak table in the Slytherin common room, his parchment, ink and quills spread out before him. He was scribbling furiously, his concentration never flailing as he glanced back and forth between the parchment and his textbook.
Fey glanced over at him every so often, wondering how anyone could find the mixing of an anti-baldness syrup so fascinating.
She sighed as she pulled her long blond hair over one shoulder and started to roll up her parchment. She'd finish it tomorrow – hopefully then her concentration would be better.
As she walked up the stone stairway to her dormitory, she glanced back at the boy and couldn't help flinching when she saw he was staring right back at her.
The other girls she shared her room with- Helga, Mara, Penelope, and Kira were all sitting on Penelope's bed when she came in. As Penelope's bed was right in the middle of the room, it seemed to be the place they all naturally congregated. Helga had a Pygmy Puff in her hands, the other girls were gathered in a tight circle around her, oooing and aaaing over the cute little ball of pink fluff. Someone had cast a music spell, and an old jazz song was being blasted throughout the room. The curtains were drawn cosily around the bed, and sweet wrappers and chocolate boxes scattered the bed. Fey couldn't help smiling at the happy scene as she changed out of her heavy robes into her nightgown and climbed onto the bed. She could tell it was going to be a fun night.
Who cared that they had school tomorrow? Fey thought as she unwrapped a chocolate frog.
