"You're being ridiculous, she is not going to be jealous if you ask someone else to the ball, I mean you're better off just asking her, since that's what you really want to do anyway" Sarah stated idly as she and Fabian walked from the prefect meeting
"No you just don't understand how the female mind works! When she finds out I asked Hannah Montane, she'll realise how much she really adores me and will launch herself into my waiting arms" he assured strongly
Sarah just stared at him dubiously, "Sometimes I think you forget that I am a female- that's what I am you know, I have all the girl bits and everything"
"What's this about people not knowing you're a girl?" Gideon interrupted falling into step beside them.
"Where did you come from? I thought Crazy Daisy had kept you and Grace behind to work out the decorating schedule or something" Fabian asked clearly annoyed that they had forgotten about his plan to woo Patricia Figg
"She released me while keeping Grace hostage, apparently as a boy I know nothing about the glories of pink confetti falling from the ceiling- I swear I thought Grace was going to collapse in shock when she heard that" Gideon laughed jovially "You didn't answer my question by the way"
Sarah looked between the two brothers amusedly, they are both so much alike, and yet they don't realise it "I was just explaining to your brother here that his plan to woo Patty isn't going to work, but of course he knows better than I, how the female mind works, don't you Fab?"
Gideon just laughed "he's a lost cause Sar, you know that!"
"Well anyway, as wonderful as this conversation has been, this is our stop, perhaps you can find some friends in sixth year you can hang out with" Fabian stated before Sarah could reply, stopping outside the potions dungeon and dragging Sarah inside
"See you at lunch Gid…" Sarah called before allowing herself to be dragged into the dungeon and seated between Fabian and Tessa Pierce- the Gryffindor fifth years had all figured out long ago never to seat Sarah next to Moody or there would never be a moments peace and it would result in the loss of many points and many detentions- besides they were all under strict orders not to allow any of the Gryffindor team members to land themselves detention this close to a Quidditch game on penalty of death at the hands of the insane Andrew Potter.
Sarah had just turned to talk to Tessa, her brown-haired room mate when the doors of the dungeon opened and Professor Slughorn entered the classroom.
"Today we will be mixing a powerful sleeping potion, please take out you books and start gathering your ingredients- remember to avoid accidental spillage, I don't want any of you falling asleep and landing head first into your cauldrons" the professor explained jovially while they all got to work
Since the beginning of first year Slytherins and Gryffindors had potions classes together, and fifth year was no different.
The tension was always thick in the classroom, with weary looks being passed in both directions- fights and detentions were commonplace among these walls, and everyone was on edge waiting for someone to start something, because someone nearly always did.
Tom Riddle to his credit seemed to be for the most part ignoring the tension in the room, he was seated at the edge of the bench next to Isaac Zambini, the only one in the Slytherin House who he seemed to be on amicable terms with, or at least as amicable as Tom Riddle could get. His was currently waiting for his potion to boil while looking around the dungeon idly.
His gaze turned to Isaac Zambini who was stirring his potion, nest to Isaac was Alphard Black, who like Tom was waiting for his potion to boil while staring not so discreetly at the other side of the room. Riddle, a curious boy by nature turned to see what he was looking at- Valentino, who was speaking in low tones to Pierce as they too waited for their potions to boil, how subtle Black, next thing you know Prewett is likely to turn in your direction and blow you to smithereens for even thinking such thoughts, or maybe it will be Potter who has never been one to hold his temper
Tom glanced at Andrew Potter who was sitting behind Fabian, concentrating intensely on adding ingredients to his potion, but perhaps he is too busy trying to get his potion right, after all potions had never been his forte, doesn't really have the patience for it. Tom thought idly, that was something he was proud of, noticing people's weakness, for instance he knew that Black was absolutely horrible at Charms- doesn't have the grace for it, and Zambini was terrible at Care of Magical Creatures- he is too delicate, not willing to get dirty, but sometimes Zambini getting dirty is necessary. Prewett on the other hand hated Divination- again no patience, a trait many of the Gryffindors share, Tom thought idly, observing many of the Gryffindors struggle with their potions.
Tom looked discreetly at the clock hanging on the wall- a little over 45 minutes to go, he thought absentmindedly as he directed his attention back into examining his classmates' weaknesses.