Potions Disaster
I woke up in my bed, after remembering the traumatizing experience that last night, and then was reminded by my memories that it was Monday, which meant that I had to go to breakfast, and then Potions, then the history of magic, then lunch, then transfiguration, then defense against the dark arts, then dinner and then bed.
It was supposed to be a long day, but thankfully the breaks in between each lesson allowed me to think and to prepare and get to the next lesson. Otherwise we'd all be late.
"Eva!!!" I heard Draco calling me from the main-room of the Slytherin nest, he didn't seem happy, but then again he never did.
"Yeah?" I tiredly looked in the mirror as I tried to look for spots of blood, which there weren't, so I finally wondered down the stairs, knowing that I wasn't even dressed yet, I was in my Slytherin pajamas just making sure that there was nothing that revealed last nights event.
"We have to get to breakfast, get ready and I will meet you there." I went upstairs, oblivious that a few people, ready and dressed for breakfast, had just saw me with the messiest hair I had ever woken up to. Everything was blurry until I had rubbed my eyes and sat in front of the mirror. I opened the draw and a brush came flying gracefully onto the table, it was crested with emeralds and was a sort of cherry wood material, just like my wand. I brushed out my long curly blonde hair as I focused my eyes and slowly but surely woke up to be stimulated throughout the day.
I finally stumbled to the end of my bed, noticing that my Slytherin uniform was folded up neatly and my robes were hung up next to it. I thrusted them all on, quickly trying not to be late as the students in Slytherin, would all be waiting for me.
I finally got out of the nest and strolled down the hallways of Hogwarts, trying my best not to bring myself to too much attention. But I had rustling in one of the rooms, so as curious and cunning as I was, I stepped closer to the noise expecting some kind of magical being to be stealing something. But it was worse.
"What are you doing girl?" Professor Snape slammed the door wide open against the wall next to it, as if I had just interrupted something so important that I had gotten on his bad side on the first day of school.
"I err..." I found myself lost for words as I noticed his ruffled look, he brushed his short black hair to the side and continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer.
"Well girl? Speak." He ordered, stepping out of the closet-like room and shutting it behind him, something in there was private and I NEEDED to know what was in there, not just because of the situation. But because of the fact he seemed so occupied in there that he didn't want me looking.
"I need to find the Great Hall, or somewhere I can eat my breakfast?" I sounded like a serious newbie, so oblivious and curious that I think that he believed me.
"Down the hall to your left. Keep going until you see big doors. " He actually seemed pleasant in that sentence until he stepped even more forward and looked down upon me.
"Now go." He quietly demanded as I nervously nodded and speed walked out of the scene, constantly looking back until he disappeared back into the closet-like room. What was so important in there?
THE GREAT HALL*
I finally reached the big doors that Snape had suggested a few minutes ago before I had wondered further into the hallways of Hogwarts, and then I walked in as I saw everyone happily enjoying themselves whilst eating breakfast.
I sat down next to Draco as he was the only one I had known at the time, and he looked at me with an icy smile, once again, reminding me of his despicable father.
"Glad you could make it, trip up on the way?" He scoffed and continued to eat his chicken leg, followed by an echo by his gang members, scoffing and then eating their meal.
"Well I actually ran into-" As I was going to mention the little meeting I had with the Professor, he barged in and straight away made eye contact with me, and then to Potter. He seemed de-elevated, without a spring in his step like I had imagined, didn't he find what he was obviously looking for?
"Professor Snape is my favourite teacher." I heard someone whisper before the area on that part of the table went silent as I looked over, so I didn't want to make a bad impression as an eavesdropper so I got back to eating the magically appearing food in front of me.
It was thentime for potions class, so I got up and followed the trio that I had met yesterday, I was pleased to find out that they were in the same class as a Slytherin like myself.
POTIONS CLASS*
I sat down nearestto Ron, who wason the middle table in the murky, dark room of Potions. We still had no idea who taught potions, Ron just kept saying he wanted someone nice on our first day of school.
"I hope we get someone like Professor McGonagall, or like nice dwarfI met after Breakfast." Ron whispered before the door we came in slammed open, revealing none other than a tall and dark teacher... Professor Snape.
He sped towards his pedestal before starting his class, he seemed very agitated or just not very happy to be here, trust me, now I was feeling the same way.
"There will be no wand waving or silly incantations in this class." He emotionlessly spoke to the class as I noticed Harry's facial expression grow pensive, and Draco's grew happier. He hadn't seen me in his class yet, thankfully, as I ducked my head so that it would make less of a chance we would make eye contact. I didn't want to have negative credit after what happened this morning.
"As such..." Snape continued. "I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of this potion making." He started scanning the room, passing my head and then looked at Draco.
"However, for those select few who possess the predisposition..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence at Draco's smug look, then he slowly and yet again, emotionlessly, stepped to the side of the pedestal, crossing his arms slowly but surely.
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame and brew glory and even put a stopper on death." There Draco's face glowed with excitement and made eye contact with Snape
His face turned to Harry's, who wasn't concentrating on him but on his paper and quill, possibly writing down everything he was saying.
"Then again, maybe some of you came to Hogwarts, possessing qualities so formidable that you feel confident enough to NOT PAY ATTENTION." Hermione knew this was for Harry, who finally realized that the session was on and faced Professor Snape. He didn't look happy, which wasn't a surprise as Snape scanned Harry, waiting for a reply or apology, but continued to talk whilst stepping even further to the front of the teaching area, making his vision view more centered by Harry.
"Mr. Potter, Our new celebrity." He paused between each word, throwing shivers down Nevil's spine as I far as I could see, and everyone looked at Potter, why was he a celebrity? Was I living under a rock?
"Tell me, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry Potter looked clueless and embarrassed, but straight away Hermione's arm and hand shot up towards the ceiling, wiggling about as if someone has pulled it up by a rope. Snape paused and waited but got nothingout of him whilst ignoring Hermione, so he continued to try and ask him questions he couldn't possiblyknow. Harry shook his head and Snape took that as his final answer.
"You don't know? Well let's try again. Where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Again, Hermione's hand stayed up, and again was ignored by the infamous potions master.
Harry plainly answered; " I don't know, sir." Snape looked at him very unimpressed and continued to bombard him with one more reputation melting question.
"And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfs bane?" Again, Hermione showed a clear knowledge to the answer but wasn't given the chance to show it.
"I don't know sir." Harry sounded more and more embarrassed as Snape finally stopped and took the hint that he knew nothing of potions, but almost ended the conversation by an insult.
"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything. Is it Mr. Potter?"
I grew tired of mind games and indirect insults, so I dreadfullymade eye contact with Snape and burst out with a comment or mindful advice.
"CLEARLY Hermione knows, it would be a pity not to ask her." Snape shot his vision to me like a hawk and his dinner, Hermione's hand still draining of blood whilst still in the air, I was wondering how she hadn't grown tired yet.
Scoffs and entertained giggles echoed around the room, first by someone at the back and then by Draco, who looked at me and smiled with pleasure.
"Silence." Snape's voice began to turn tired and annoyed, so the room silenced and watched the show as Professor Snape rushed towards me in the same manner he came into the room with. He noticed Hermione still in the wanting-to-answer-a-question state and pulled out a chair to sit in front of me.
"Put your hand down you silly girl." And finally she could rest as he looked into my eyes with serious exaggeration.
"For your information Jinx, asphodel to an infusion of wormwood would create a sleeping potion which is so powerful it is known as the potionof theliving death,a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and will cure most poisons. As for monkswood and wolfs bane they are the same plant." He looked at Harry Potter and gave everyone else an expressionless face.
"Well... why aren't you all writing this down?" As soon as he said that rushes of Quill and paper turning was echoed throughout the room and everyone wrote it down, including Harry.