Triple Trouble
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Chapter 2
Olisa's POV
It's good to be back at Hogwarts. Everyone is slowly getting back in routine. Francine, Chloe, and I are in most of the same classes. We have a few new teachers but nothing drastic. McGonnagal is a good Head Mistress. The one class I really don't like is Potions. Severus Snape is still teaching this class. Despite his dedication to the Order, he still gives me the creeps. It's his eyes; they're so dark and sinister.
I remove my glasses from my face, setting them into my hair and straighten my posture in my seat as he began lecturing. "Today you will be making a Reviving Potion. It's a highly complex brew that I am sure will baffle most if not all of you and will take most of the class. I will be assigning partners."
His smirk grew at the collection of groans. Hermione pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose. I curse under my breath. Please don't put me with Longbottom. Anyone but him! Put me with Ronald! He sucks at Potions but he obeys step-by-step instructions!
"Potter with Olisa Shelton." Thank Merlin! Harry's a decent potions partner. For a Gryffindor he's quite smart; I won't have to monitor his movements. "Weasley with Malfoy. Francine Shelton with Longbottom." He glared into Longbottom's nervous gaze. "Try not to blow up the potion, Mr Longbottom." Francine's face turned quite pale, her blue hair turning orange, her panic making itself known. She and Chloe don't understand self-restraint. At least I can keep my hair colour most days. Oh great, now she's banging her head on the table.
"Ow!" Chloe just pulled her head up by her hair. Frannie doesn't look too pleased.
Snape returns to his clipboard, naming off the remaining six pairs. "… and Chloe Shelton with Zabini." He set his clipboard aside. "The potion should take you the rest of class so you should get started if you want a passing grade." He took his place behind his desk. I'd really like to wipe that smirk off his face.
Francine came up beside me. "Olisa, please take my spot with Neville. I really, really don't want to work with him and Chloe wouldn't switch with me! Last time Lisa was his partner and she lost her eyebrows!"
I roll my eyes. "That was in sixth year for crying out loud! And no, I'm not giving up Harry. Now shoo." I wave my fingers as she scuttled away, pouting and her hair highlighting copper.
I take my seat beside Harry. I immediately begin cutting the eve root. This should be an interesting class.
Francine's POV
"You mess this up for me Neville and I will vanish your head from here to New Zealand to be found later on in a pile of cow doo-doo."
Chloe's POV
Francine's lucky Luna isn't here. She would have stood up for her boyfriend. I turn my attention to the Potion assignment, immediately chopping the eve root with the buckler leaf. Zabini copied my movements in synchronization.
"Is there a reason you've taken up miming my movements, Zabini?" I ask, not bothering to raise my head. I can feel his knowing smile.
"Synchronization of the movements is a way to show a girl a bloke's interested." He tossed his dark brown hair from his dark eyes. I smirk.
"If the girl's not interested?"
"Oh, she's interested." Zabini added a few liquid ingredients along with my chopped root and leaf. "She's just playing hard to get."
I snort, raising my eyes to his confident face. "You are a first class player Zabini."
He grins, his hand closing over my arm. "I have experience, you need some fun in your life Shelton."
I nod. "You're right." His eyes lit up in triumph. I nod again. "Tell me my name and I'll have fun with you." His triumphant face faltered.
"Your name? Easy Shelton." He pointed to a desk a few rows in front of us. "That's Francine." Her copper hair has now turned a pale yellow as she and Longbottom carefully stir the ingredients in their cauldron. Theirs didn't look promising, the potion supposed to be hazel and theirs puce. He points to our left, taking a deep breath. "That's Chloe with Potter." His finger rests under my chin. "And you are my darling Olisa." I smirk, flicking his hand away.
"No Zabini. Good try though." We turn back to our potion, my face amused and Zabini's in a pout.
Francine's POV
Okay, our potion is screwed. Snape's in his element as our potion turns from a pucey colour to a dark purple gloop. Neville is frowning in concentration. "This is not supposed to happen." The stirring spoon just got stuck.
"We're screwed." I grip the spoon in both hands and managed to raise it with the gloop sticking like gum a few meters out before being sucked into the cauldron, my sleeves now stuck in the gloop. "Neville, get me outta here!"
Now the little buger looks scared. His arms wrap around my waist as he pulls. My arms are stuck in this mess up to my elbows and it's starting to smell like lavender. Heavily. Yucky. I gag, Neville is pulling really hard. "Okay!" I raise my voice, my face flaming at the snickering around us. "Clearly this is not helping!"
Snape came over to our table. "Tsk, tsk, Miss Shelton. I expected better from you." Yeah, yeah, all Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart. We are, it's just having Longbottom for a partner makes things just that more difficult. I sniff, blowing a strand of red hair from my face. I had it such a pretty blue before, it took me forever!
Waving his wand expertly, Snape had my arms free and the cauldron emptied. "Now, don't you two touch anything." He walked away. I grab Neville by the shirt collar.
"You idiot. When I say don't put in the eel eye, I mean DON'T PUT IN THE EEL EYE!"
"10 points from Hufflepuff Shelton for disrupting my class." I glare at him, seething. A hand slammed over my mouth.
"Francine is in Ravenclaw, sir." Olisa corrected, pressing her hand tightly against my mouth.
His eyebrows rise. "Another 10 points for speaking without permission, Miss Shelton." That bastard. Olisa simply nodded, her lips pressed together. Her eyes bore into mine.
"Smarten up, Francine." She hissed before returning to her table with Harry. Their potion was a nice colour. Nothing bubbling or sticky. I glance down at my robes. The purple goop seems to have decided to live on my robes. Nothing will take this out. Grrr.
"Weasley!!" BABOOM! I whirl my head around to see pink sparks flying and pale peach liquid burst into the air before descending on the Slytherin blonde twit. Weasley had fallen back in his chair, landing on Chloe and sparing them both from the coloured spray.
Draco Malfoy spluttered peach cream from his mouth, his eyes wild. Beside him, Blaise grinned like an idiot. "Draco mate, you alright in there?"
Steel grey eyes turned in his direction. "I am drenched in peach and you're just standing there!" A hand went to his drenched hair. "Damn it!" Oh dear, his hair's ruined. Heehee. Neville gives me a weird look, mirth in his own eyes. I guess cackling softly would be a bit strange. Oh well.
"Could you get off of me now, Ronald? You're a little heavy." Chloe's muffled voice sounded beneath Ronald's long body. His face turned a deep red.
"Yeah sorry about that." He rolled off her. Hermione rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay Ron?" Her concern towards her boyfriend would've been touching if I wasn't so worried about Chloe.
"Don't worry about him! He almost squished my sister to death!" I pull Chloe into a sitting position. Black strands of hair have escaped her French braid. Her blue eyes seem dazed. Olisa joined my side.
"You still with us girl?" Chloe gave us a bleak grunt and a nod of confirmation.
Ron's contrite voice sounded behind us. "I'm so sorry Francine. I didn't mean to fall on you."
"You didn't." What do we have to do? Wear nametags!?!
"Her name is Chloe, Weasley. You'd think after fighting a war together, you'd get names right." Malfoy's condescending voice spoke up. We all shifted out gaze to him.
"How the hell-" Ron started before being shoved aside, falling into Hermione's lap. Dripping in the disastrous potion, Malfoy wiggled his way between me and Olisa. Eeeww! Goopy peaches! I don't even like peaches! They're fuzzy, yuck. Never trust a fuzzy fruit.
Crouching onto his haunches, he pressed a pale hand against Chloe's cheek, his voice lower than usual. I think it is in concern.
"Are you alright sweetheart?"
Sweetheart? WTF!?!
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