"Snivellus-" James Potter accidentally spewed out without thinking. He had come up with this clever nickname with Sirius Black over break and had only intended it for interpersonal mocking. Lily shot him a dark glare. "Er, Severus! I was wondering if you could help me-" Lily Evans slammed her book down. "You just insulted Severus and you expect him to help you? Potter if the sorting hat measured bravery in pompousness then it's no wonder you became a Gryffindor!" James blinked.
"Lighten up Evans, Severus isn't bad, but you have to admit a name like that is just asking for it…" Severus interjected before Lily could open her mouth fully. "It's no matter Lily, Potter will just have to figure out one of the four ingredients he has in front of him is completely wrong for this particular assignment. If he picks correctly I'll forgive him. If he picks wrong, Black won't have a face. I was going to warn him that particular combination was no good, but I'm so caught up in my own potion I just don't think I can."
James Potter grimaced. Last time he ever called one of the best potion making students in Gryffindor(if not all of Hogwarts), who so happened to be best friends with the other, stupid names.