A/N: Here's the next chapter! :) Thank you to ALL my lovely reviewers! You make my day bright. And I'm very sorry for the delay. At first, I decided to take time to work on my real story that I'm writing, and then Fanfiction decided to act up and not let me update. But I'm back!

Celestia sat nervously at the table. It was time for their first meeting. She'd set up several books in a row, all open to useful pages. Under
them she'd spread out some notes that she'd taken in class. Finally, she had some blank pages, two inkwells, and two freshly sharpened quills. She took a deep
breath. At least there weren't many people in the library today, so they would have a little privacy. She looked nervously at the clock. It was 6:01; he
should be there any minute. At 6:05, he walked through the doors of the library, looking around. He spotted her and walked over.

"You certainly are prepared," he said, tossing his bag carelessly on the floor.

"Well, it's always better to be over prepared than underprepared. That's the Ravenclaw motto."

"I bet it is," he laughed.

"So, he hinted that Draught of Living Death will be on the exam, so I thought we'd cover that."

"Ok." said Regulus, glancing over her notes.

"So… well, asphodel and wormwood are the most important ingredients. They give the potency and sleep inducing properties. However, if
you don't add hellebore at the right moment, the wormwood grows too powerful and could send your intended victim into a non-reversible coma, and possibly
even real death." Regulus looked worried at that.

"I hope we don't have to make it for the practical. I'd hate to kill someone because I got it wrong."

Celestia tried not to giggle. "They don't taste the potions! Otherwise they'd probably lose half the staff every year!"

"Right, right, I knew that." He coughed and looked down at her notes again. "And could you please not use textbook language? It's like
listening to the professor, and the reason we're having this is because I don't understand the professor!"

"Of course, sorry." Celestia quelled her embarrassment by moving on. "Well, the other important thing to remember is that you keep the heat low
the entire time. If it reaches so much as medium, the whole thing could be ruined. It helps me that when I think of sleep I think of coolness, like it's
cooling your thoughts and mind, and the cool of the night air. Therefore, the fire for the potion must be kept cool."

"Night is cool; the fire must be kept cool." He nodded. "I think I can remember that." He drew one of the blank pages to him and grabbed
one of the quills, scribbling it down. "And what did you say were the important ingredients again?"

"Asphodel and wormwood."

"Right." He scribbled these down as well.

"If you'd like, you can borrow this page." She dug in her notes until she found the one she was after. "It's got a full list of the
ingredients and the method, you could write it down if it'd help." He took it from her and looked over it, slight despair on his face.

"I don't think I'd be able to memorize it, even if I did write it down."

"Well, here, maybe you could just bullet point it? See, make out the list of ingredients, and then simplify the instructions. You won't have
to know all of them for the written exam, and if it's the practical then they'll be on the blackboard anyway. You just need to know the important parts, which I've
highlighted." He looked at it again, impressed.

"You know, this actually might help. Thanks!"

"No problem." She tried not to smile too big. "You know, if you just did this for all the potions we go over in class, it could really help
you remember them." He laughed at that.

"I couldn't do this for everything we go over, but I'll definitely try to do it for the things I remember, or at least understand."

"Fair enough." She said, reminding herself that not everyone paid as close attention as Ravenclaws. "So, you're horrible at Potions. What are you good at?"

"I'm good at Quidditch," he said, flashing a smile. "I'm also pretty good at Charms, and I'm really good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but… I don't know… it's not my favorite class. It seems kind of useless, doesn't it?"

"Useless?" she exclaimed, then lowered her voice. They were in a library, after all. "Why would it be useless? We do need to know how to defend ourselves in case… in case… well, there are… you know there are bad things out there!" She couldn't even bring herself to say You-Know-Who, she was so scared of him.

Regulus stared at the table for a while before answering. "You're right, you're right. But how big is the threat, really? Doesn't it depend on how you look at it...?" He stopped suddenly and looked at her sideways. "I just… er… I mean that nothing's going to hurt us, right? We're kids. And by the time we're adults… it'll probably be all over, right?"

"I hope so…" she said, thinking of her protective bubble.

"Anyways, it's just not my favorite class."

"Well then, what is?" she asked, interested.

"Er… well… I don't know!" he said, laughing a little. "I guess I don't like school in general much, although I don't hate it… necessarily. I love Quidditch, though."

"You're a pretty good player." She said, giving him another smile.

"Thanks. Although our team should be winning more, if only our Chasers would work together like they're supposed to. They can't even get our Spear Attack play right, and the only thing it requires them to do together is fly in formation for the first thirty seconds! And if that wasn't bad enough…" She tried to listen as he went on, but she had the feeling that she was finding out what he felt like when she talked about Potions. Still, she'd never seen him so worked up. He had a lot of passion in him. His eyes were lit with excitement as he described a very close win he'd scraped for them once, when he'd caught the Snitch literally a half second before the other Seeker. He talked for a solid ten minutes about Quidditch before finally running out of steam.

"I see that you like it." She quipped, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah…" he said, looking slightly embarrassed at having got so caught up. "So… was there anything else you wanted to go over today?"

"No… I guess not." She said, looking over at the things she'd prepared.

"Well then, I guess I'd better be going." He reached for his bag and stood up.

"Of course, here, don't forget that page of notes," she said, handing it to him as she put everything away.

"So, next week?" he asked. She nodded.

"I'm thinking we'll go over Polyjuice Potion and Draught of Peace."

"Alright. I think these sessions'll really help me. Thanks again."

"It's no problem," she said, ducking her head and smiling. They began heading to their separate dormitories.

"See you in Potions!" he yelled as he disappeared down the hall.

A/N: And done. I hope you liked it! Hopefully the next chapter will be up much sooner. *murmurs about lazy authors*