**Amy**
"Hello class." Professor Grant's dark eyes inspected each and every one of us. Shivers went down my spine when his cold eyes met mine.
"This year I will teach you to make some of the most complicated of potions. You must maintain higher than a passing grade to remain in this class. All you had Outstanding for the Potions section of your O.W.L.s, so you should be up to the challenge." This was going to be much more challenging than a challenge normally is. For the previous five years I've spent at Hogwarts, Professor Grant had tried to make life in Gryffindor house as rough as possible. You see, he is head of Slytherian house. So he will assign the Gryffindors special homework because we have been "uncooperative". Translated, this means we have a mutual hatred.
"Today you must prepare for the making of a Polyjuice Potion. Page 934." Professor Grand smiled coldly at us Gryffindors, silently daring us to comment.
A clever, yet talkative, Gryffindor girl named Jo raised her hand. Professor Grant's eyes narrowed when he spotted her hand waving like a flag in the middle of a tornado. His voiced sounded bored in an attempt to hide his little excitement. No matter what a Gryffindor said, he would twist it into a way to deduct house points from us. That excited Professor Grant, head of Slytherian.
"Jo?" his cold voice echoed through the dungeons.
"Professor Grant, this is one of the most advanced Potions books," she held up the two thousand page book, "I've ever seen. To start us off over a quarter through the book- it's not only unfair, but cruel."
"Thirty points from Gryffindor- ten for complaining, ten for being pessimistic, and ten for insulting the Professor." All the Gryffindors simultaneously groaned. "And ten for that."