CHAPTER TEN

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We found our way down to the dungeons and sat in the middle of the room, I was next to Harry and Ron. Harry was next to Hermione, and Ron was on the end. We all sat down and chatted for the few moments before Snape came sweeping into the room. Immediate silence followed his entrance.

"There will be none of that foolish wand waving in this class." Snape said when he turned around looking at all of those whose wands were presently out. He then proceeded with attendance, in which he, of course, recognized both mine and Harry's presence in his class.

"This class is not loud. Ever. Few ever appreciate the art that is potion-making. Its fragrance and simplicity of the simmering of the cauldron is very much deceiving. I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, or ensnare the senses," Harry started taking notes. I nudged him so that he would stop, but it didn't work. "I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stop death." Harry's quill scribbled away, Snape hadn't noticed yet.

I risked a whisper, "Harry, pay atten--"

"Miss Macauley," Damn… "You feel confident enough to talk out of turn?"

I was too petrified to shake my head no.

"Well then, let's see what you know." I didn't blink, "Where would you look if I asked you to find me a beazor?" Hermione's hand shot up.

"I-I'd look in the st-stomach of a goat." I said, stuttering, I wasn't completely sure that was true, but Hermione's hand lowered.

"Hmm, that is correct. Let's try another. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Oh, uh…" I paused, looking at the ceiling. "I think it's a sleeping potion so powerful it's usually called the…uh…Drought of the Living Dead?"

"Drought of the Living Death, actually," Snape said. I didn't like the way his eyes were flashing. "What is the difference between wolfs bane and aconite?"

"I thought it was monkshood?"

"What is your answer then? Or don't you know?" I considered saying that I didn't know. But then what would that prove?

"Well, I know that there's no difference between wolfs bane and monkshood, and I know that there's another name for them, so, Professor, I don't think that there is a difference." I said it all rather hurriedly, not wanting to get into trouble.

Snape sneered at me, and then said, quite calmly, "Why isn't anyone writing this down?" There was a scurrying of parchment and quills as everyone rushed to write the facts down before they forgot.

After we wrote down the facts, we broke into pairs and began making a potion that was supposed to cure boils. I was put with Ron, Hermione with Harry. The latter two were seated next to Neville and Seamus. Oh my God, I can't remember what else is supposed to happen today…! I had read the chapter in my Sorcerer's Stone that talked about the first potions class, just so I could be prepared if anything was going to go wrong. I know it involves Neville…as usual…but what was it…? Oh well, it can't be helped…

The class continued. It was so strange to know that something was going to go wrong. I kept looking over at Neville and Seamus then glancing at the instructions, then looking back at them. I did this every ten seconds or so as the class neared the ending. Oh my God…was it…

"The porcupine quills!" I whispered energetically.

"Uh… those don't come in until we take the cauldron off the fire," said Ron looking at the instructions.

"No, not our quills, Neville and Sea--"

"Idiot boy!" Snape snarled suddenly, clearing a mass of acid liquid that covered the floor.

"Too late," I said, shrinking back on my stool.

Ron stared at me for a moment before he looked over to watch Snape yell at Neville, and then he turned back to me. "Did you know that was going to happen?" he whispered.

Before I could answer there was a slam as two hands landed on my table.

"So," Snape said, glaring at me.

I looked strait up (damn my height…) to see Snape glaring down at me, his nostrils giving a tiny flare. Wait, McGonagalls the one that flares…

"So, you figured you'd make yourself look even better than the rest of Britain by using Longbottom's mistakes to support the reasoning behind your vulgar potion?"

I saw Harry begin to open his mouth, and then wince from Hermione stepping on his foot. I shook my head nervously.

"No?" he said, raising an eyebrow. I couldn't move, that would signify defeat, or fear. His glare intensified. I shuddered, "Two points from Gryffindor."

The bell rang.

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