The Closest Thing Potions Part II: Cornel Mustard strikes back….
"You're the beauty that is deeper, than eyes can merely see. The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me." The great Oliver Wood finds the girl of his dreams the only problem is she despises him. Can he win her over or will she forever judge him by his faults instead of the beauty the lies beneath?
OW/OC rated pg-13 for language and just to be safe.
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As he hands the test to me I looked down briefly at it and groan inwardly.
Question 1: Asphodel is the key ingredient of which potion?
Question 2: Mimbulus Mimbletonia is native to which country of Europe
Question 3: Who invented the Pepperup Potion and when did he live
The questions went on for over two pages and were obviously meant to damage our spirits. I sighed, picked up my quill and started in.
An hour later, I was blowing on the page so the ink would dry, when Snape yelled quills down. I placed my test face down in the corner of my desk and closed up my inkbottle. He came around with a paper and quill scribbling something at each desk before he arrived at hers. "Ms. Martin, Mr. Wood I trust that you know that there are no switches to this seating chart now that you are here, no matter how …foul your …relationship may get…" he sneered. 'wait he doesn't, he couldn't think,…' I desperately thought, thought I could see my thoughts clearly echoed on Wood's face. "Were not…. us? …I don't even know her…" he said embarrassed.
"What I think Mr. Wood is trying to say is that there is no 'relationship' and that both of us would personally would rather work alo…." I started to stay alone before the Professor cut me off. "Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting a teacher. I have no care for your trivial concerns about what is thought of the meaning of the word relationship or whom you would rather work with. You will remain in the seat you are in for the rest of the year and that is final." He said in a toxic tone that leaked poison with every word. He snatched up our tests and left.
I rolled my eyes and looked at the ceiling, slouching in my chair, and asked god why he thought it so funny to torture me this way. For some reason I didn't get an answer to this question, simply a sign that we were allowed to leave. I grabbed my stuff and hightailed it out of there. Not looking at Wood, or my other classmates, who were still gossiping over what Snape had said. 'I bet by the end of the day the seventh year will have me and wood doing the dance in …the storage closet with…. A CONDOM….DUN DUN DUN' I thought thinking about the rumors that would be flying, while still at temping to have a sense of humor (not to mention forget the gruesome amount of my summer I had spent playing Clue with my little brother) . I laughed at myself and strutted along to charms where at least I'd be able to see Ana.
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