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Angeline walked at a slow pace on her way to Potions. Her day so far had been going quite well, she was left alone for the most part, which was quite unusual for her, she normally had horrible first days. Though the only downside to her day had been during the morning classes when she had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape. They had been working on nonverbal spells and Angeline wasn't terrible at them it was just that as she waited for that Hufflepuff Ernie Macmillan to preform a spell for her to block she began to block out the world instead which caused her to go flying into an opposite wall. Never had she seen someone so scared in her life. She merely shook it off and told him she was fine. Still Macmillan didn't seem at ease then.

Poor bloke probably thinks I'm out to get him now. Angeline thought as she came to a stop at the Potions room. She noticed Macmillan there and apparently the only Hufflepuff and she couldn't help but giggle lightly to herself. At least he had Potter and company.

"Laughing at nothing, Jensen?" Angeline looked up at Draco Malfoy. "You must be going mad," he finished.

"Aren't we all a little bit mad, Malfoy?" she questioned.

"Most certainly not," Draco replied. Angeline didn't get the chance to reply back as the dungeon door opened and Slughorn's belly preceded him out of the door. As they filed into the room, his great walrus mustache curved above his beaming mouth. Angeline personally thought mustaches were disgusting and unflattering, but Slughorn seemed like a nice enough man.

The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapors and odd smells. Angeline sniffed the air like many of her classmates were. Angeline sat at the first empty table she saw and was some what shocked to find the three other Slytherins sitting with her. Looking around she realized their were only a dozen students in the classroom. All of which sitting with their housemates, except Ernie who as Angeline suspected was the only Hufflepuff in the room and he sat with the three troublemakers of Gryffindor.

"Now the, now then, now then," said Slughorn, whose massive outline was quivering through the many shimmering vapors. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making...."

"Sir?" said Harry, raising his hand.

"Harry, m'boy?"

"I haven't got a book or scales or anything-- nor's Ron –we didn't realize we'd be able to do the N.E.W.T., you see--"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention...not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all. You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today, and I'm sure we can lend you some scales, and we've got a small stock of old books here, they'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts..."

"Shouldn't be allowed to take the class without the supplies." Draco mumbled from Angeline's right as Slughorn strode over to a corner cupboard. Angeline rolled her eyes and chose not to reply as Slughorn made his way back to the front.

"Now then," said Slughorn, returning to the front of the class and inflating his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his waistcoat threatened to burst off, "I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"

He indicated the cauldron nearest the Slytherin table. Angeline looked at it and say it looked like plain waiter boiling inside it. The name of the potion was on the tip of her tongue.

"It's Veritaserm, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth," said Hermione Granger. Angeline did a little nod as she remembered now. Leave it to Granger to always have the answer.

"Very good, very good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table, "this one here is pretty well known....Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too...Who can--"

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," once again Hermione answered. Angeline couldn't help but shake her head at the girl. It was like her life depended on answering questions.

The next potion was of course answered again by Hermione. It was a love potion, a powerful one at that. Angeline found it amusing that Slughorn would have that particular potion out considering that this was after all a room filled 'hormone ranging teenagers'.

"Granger? Granger? Can you possibly be related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, who founded the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers?" Angeline found this moment to pay attention again, she really needed to work on her wandering mind.

"No, I don't think so, sir. I'm Muggle-born, you see."

"Won't be liking her much now that he knows she's a filthy Mudblood." Draco whispered to Theodore Nott both of them snickered at this and Angeline narrowed her eyes at both of them.

"Oho! 'One of my best friends is Muggle-born, and she's the best in our year!' I'm assuming this is the very friend of whom you spoke, Harry?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

"Well, well, take twenty well-earned points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger," said Slughorn genially.

Angeline watched as Draco's face dropped. She smirked and leaned over to whispered something to him.

"Well, Malfoy...Would seem like our teacher here isn't a prick like you."

"Oh, shut your mouth," Draco whispered back.

Slughorn went on to explain the essence that was the love potion; Amortenia. He claimed it was the most dangerous potion in the room at the moment. Which Angeline could see why, but apparently Draco and Nott didn't think so.

Let Parkinson get a hold of that, Malfoy...You won't be laughing in the end. Angeline shivered at the thought.

"And now," said Slughorn, "it is time for us to start work."

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in this one," said Ernie pointing at a small black cauldron standing on Slughorn's desk. The potion with was splashing about meerily; it was the color of molten gold, and large drops were leaping like goldfish above the surface, not a single particle spilled.

"Yes. That. Well, that one, ladies and gentlemen, is a most curious little potion called Felix Felicis. I take it," at that moment, Hermione had let out an audible gasp. Slughorn turned and looked at her smiling. "I take it that you know what Felix Felicis does, Miss Granger?"

"It's liquid luck," said Hermione excitedly. "It makes you lucky!"

At that moment everyone seemed to up a little straighter. Even Angeline thought she could use a little luck. Draco beside her especially looked interested, he had finally decided to give Slughorn his full undivided attention.

Slughon proceeded to tell them the dangers of this funny little potion. He even mentioned to have taken the potion himself twice once when he was twenty-seven and again when he was fifty-seven.

"And this potion," Slughorn said, "is what I shall be offering as a prize in this lesson." It had gotten so silent, Angeline thought, that no one was breathing. "One tiny bottle of Felix Felicis," said Slughorn, taking a minuscule glass bottle with a cork in it out of his pocket and showing it to them all. "Enough for twelve hours' luck. From dawn till duck, you will be lucky in everything you attempt.

"Now, I must give you warning that Felix Felicis is a banned substance in organized competitions...sporting events, for instance, examinations, or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only...and watch how that ordinary day becomes extraordinary!

"So," said Slughorn suddenly brisk, "how are you to win my fabulous prize? Well, by turning topage ten in your books. We have a little over an hour left to us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex than anything you have attempted before, and I do not except a perfect potion from anybody. The person who does the best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"

Everyone moved about drawing their cauldrons toward them. Nobody dared to speak as they weighed their contents. Angeline watched Draco riffle feverishly through his copy of Advanced Potion-Making. It was clear to her that he really wanted to have that bottle of luck.

Angeline glanced around to see what everyone else was doing, and noticed no one else was going any better than she was. Within ten minutes, the entire room was full of bluish steam and Angeline still felt as though she wasn't getting anywhere.

"Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?" Draco said as Slughorn came toward the Slytherin table. Angeline watched the interaction and saw that Slughorn really had no interest in Draco.

"Yes," said Slughorn, without looking at Malfoy, "I was sorry he had died, although of course it wasn't unexpected, dragon pox at his age...." And he walked away.

Angeline stared after him before she looked back at Draco. And naturally he was glaring after the professor for being so dismissive.

"Looks like you'll have to rely on that potion to win you that liquid luck," Angeline said to him as she began to work on her potion again. "Nothing like Snape, I say. He absolutely adored you...As much as Snape can adore someone that is."

"Would you just shut it?" Draco snapped. "I like you a whole lot better, Jensen, when you're silent."

"Well she's telling the truth, Malfoy," Blaise said speaking for the first time since class started. "You've got to rely on the talent you don't have," Angeline swore if she hadn't been standing in between them and a very important potion wasn't on the line, then Draco may have whipped out his wand and attacked Blaise.

"Shut it the both of you." Draco growled going back to working on his potion.

Slughorn continued to make his rounds and everyone continued to work in almost complete silence.

"And time's...up!" called Slughorn. "Stop stirring, please!"

Slughorn went from table to table not saying much only sniffing or stirring some cauldrons as he went along. He reached Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ernie's table and it was then that he smiled. More specifically when he looked into Harry's cauldron.

"The clear winner!" he cried. "Excellent, excellent, Harry! Good lord, it's clear you've inherited your mother's talent. She was a dab hand at Potions, Lily was! Here you are, then, here you are—one bottle of Felix Felicis, as promised, and use it well!"

"Bloody hell," Angeline mumbled as she watched Harry slip the tiny bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket. "Merlin," she began in disbelief.

"Since when has Potter done well at potion making?" Draco snarled cutting off her statement.

"Oh stop pouting," Angeline said turning to her cauldron to begin cleaning. "What do you need it for anyway, Malfoy? I highly doubt you needed it. You probably wanted it just so no one else could have it. It's how your parents raised you."

"What's it matter to you?" He asked glaring at her. "What did you want it for since you're one to judge."

"I wanted it just for that reason...I wanted it. I don't necessarily need it...I just wanted it to have it." Angeline said looking at him now. "I am a selfish person," she stated. Draco studied her for a second before he scoffed and looked away from her.

"Bloody unbelievable, this girl..." he mumbled just as the bell signaling the end of class rang.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Angeline asked following him out of the room and lucky for them right behind, Potter and his friends. And for that reason Draco didn't answer her right away.

"You obviously take me for some twit," Draco said once they turned the corner heading to the Slytherin common room. "You know a lot about other people, far more than they'd like you to know...yet you don't seem to know anything about yourself, making up things for people to see you the way you want them to making them stay away from you. And because of that, people see you as being this silent girl, with no friends, that simply enjoys watching people and solving them, because she can't solve herself." Angeline stopped in her tracks for a moment before she caught back up to him.

"You don't know a bloody thing about me, Malfoy," she said to him. They both stopped at the common room entrance. Draco said the password before turning to look at her fully.

"And you don't know a bloody thing about me, Jensen," he said walking into the common room.

Angeline entered after him, no longer feeling like the day had been that great. She was angry now. Angry that Draco Malfoy of all people said exactly what was on her mind her entire life. And all it took was her claiming she knew things about him...maybe she didn't know everything about everybody. Or maybe she should learn to keep her opinions to herself...

"Not likely to happen..." she muttered as she stormed her way past the lingering first years. Angeline really hated the first day of classes.


So that's that...I really hope you liked it! And I hope you holidays are going well!

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