"You are impossib-"
"-bly handsome, I know." He grinned winningly at her, and she audibly groaned. He couldn't get any fuller of himself, could he?
"Can you just concentrate?" she snapped, red hair fanning over her shoulder as she pivoted away to work on the task at hand.
"On you," he winked, either immune to her cold shoulder or not caring. It took every inch of resisting to not slap him.
"Just shut up, please, and work on the draught! It isn't my fault you completely suck at potions and Slughorn had to pair you with me! This isn't going to work if you're completely off-task and making... comments!" She finished lamely.
She thought she saw a flicker of upset in his eyes, but it was quickly taken away by a charming smile. "Sure thing, Evans. No need to shout."
Lily huffed and turned back to the cauldron, which was smoking. James slid into a stool next to her, drumming his wand on the table where the cauldron was atop.
This was going to be a long Potions class.
Word Count: 179
If You Dare Challenge, #110 There is no need to shout.