Several hours later, Severus found himself prostrate on the couch while Neville, Ron, and Harry giggled like lunatics over some of the antics his recent students had gotten into. "I'm telling you, Marcellius Llewelyn is ten times worse than you were ever wore, Longbottom. How he managed to brew mustard gas rather than a simple swelling solution is beyond me."
"The funny thing is that Nev here's a right good cook, for all that he can't brew," Ron said, slapping the former Potions menace on the shoulder. Neville colored at his words.
"Are you really?" Severus asked doubtfully.
"I'll prove it."