I woke up to sunlight streaming down on me and sighed. It was the Monday after the match on Saturday and I was not looking forward to lessons that day. I liked all my classes though and I did well in them. The sorting hat had even considered putting me in Ravenclaw before deciding on Gryffindor. I just hate getting up in the morning, especially on a Monday. I was contemplating whether to get up or not when I felt a pillow hit my head. I knew before looking that Rachael threw it at me.
"Get up Samantha!" She yelled at me. That girl was always shouting at me. I groaned into my pillow and pulled the covers tighter around me.
"Come on Sam," said Lilly. "We're all ready to go to breakfast."
"No." I said defiantly. I hated getting up in the morning. Suddenly, my covers flew off me.
"That should get her up." I heard Mary saying and when I looked at her she was tucking her wand away. I really hated my friends sometimes.
I was in potions and bored out of my mind. Slughorn was going over a potion I already knew how to brew and I just wanted him to tell us to get to work. He continued to talk and finally it seemed like he was coming to a close.
"Ok class get to work, you have exactly an hour." Slughorn said. Finally.
I got the ingredients I needed and began to brew my potion. The class went by quickly and I turned in my potion ten minutes early.
"Perfectly brewed Ms. Chester!" Slughorn exclaimed. "You really do have quite the aptitude for potions."
"Thank you, professor." I said in my best teacher voice. "I've always loved your class." What I said was true, I do love potions. Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts were my two favorite classes.
"Well I'm glad because there is something I need to ask you," said Slughorn. "If you don't mind come see me at the end of class."
"Ok no problem professor." I said sweetly. I really was a suck up but I really do care about my classes. I have big dreams and things I need to get away from. I sat down at my desk and waited for the end of class, I only had to wait a few minutes. I then walked slowly up to Slughorn's desk. I was a little hesitant considering he'd never asked me to stay after class before.
"Samantha I have a job for you." Said Slughorn. I wasn't sure how to respond. What kind of job?
"Ok." I decided to say.
"You are very good at potions," Slughorn started to say. "A lot of people struggle in my class but there is one in particular I know that you can help." I understood why some students would be struggling. As seventh years, we take NEWT classes and NEWT's are difficult.
"I would love to help," I said. "Who would I be tutoring?"
"Sirius Black," Said Slughorn. "He is a bright boy and if you put him in the right direction, I know he'll easily pass this class." I was shocked. Sirius Black needs help? Everyone knew he was one of the smartest boys in our year. That's another annoying fact about Sirius.
"Oh ok," I said, trying not to sound as shocked as I felt. "When would I tutor him?"
"I will make a time schedule to hand to both of you. I will make it during your free hours after all your classes. I'll also try to schedule it around his quidditch practices."
"Well, professor, what if he doesn't come?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too hopeful.
"It is mandatory."
Well that's it then. I must tutor Sirius Black and he must listen to me. I just hoped he wouldn't hate me for tutoring him. It's not my fault Slughorn chose me and it's not like I asked to be a tutor, his tutor.
"I have to tutor Sirius Black," I said as I sat down for dinner that night. "Slughorn asked me to."
"No way!" Said Mary Macdonald.
"Isn't Sirius supposed to be super smart?" Asked Lilly.
"He his smart," I said. "I don't understand why he's been struggling."
As I said this, I realized that isn't true. I do know why he isn't doing very well in potions and it involves a certain black haired witch. Word has it that him and his girlfriend, Tiffany Smith, have been spending a lot of their time in broom cupboards. A girlfriend is the only thing I can think of that would cause Sirius's sudden struggles with potions.
"Ms. Chester," said Slughorn who must have just come up behind me. "Here is the schedule. Your first session begins tonight." I grab the schedule and begin to read.
Monday-Thursday: 8:00-9:00 PM
Friday: 6:00-7:00 PM
Saturday: 5:00-6:00 PM
Hopefully this schedule doesn't interfere with anything but if it does, you'll have to reschedule because these sessions are mandatory.
I look up and see Slughorn having a heated discussion with Sirius. I look away, hoping Sirius won't see me. Curiosity gets the best of me though and I look down the table and see Slughorn walking away. I am startled to see that Sirius is staring at me. Not even staring, I'd say glaring at me. A wave of annoyance goes through me and I glare right back and roll my eyes. Knowing he saw that, I smile and begin talking animatedly with my friends.
He can be mad at me for all I care. I knew he would be, he probably thinks I asked to tutor him. He thinks every girl is dying to get with him. Actually, that's probably true, even I would date him and I'm not proud to admit it. He's one of those guys every girl knows she shouldn't date but they also know they'd date him in a second if he asked.
Later that night I'm sitting in the common room with my potions notes spread out. I'm waiting for Sirius to get here but I doubt he'll come. Then I watch as he slides into the chair next to me.
"Hey." He says. Wow at dinner he'll glare at me and act like he hates me but now it's just a hey.
"Hey." Is all I can say. I don't even look up from my notes.
"So, what are we going to do?" He asks and I can tell I am annoying him by not looking at him.
"Well tell me what you're struggling with most."
"I'm Sirius Black. I don't struggle with anything."
"Well that's obviously a lie," I retort. "Slughorn wouldn't have asked me to help you if you didn't need help."
"Fine. I guess I struggle with understanding the ingredients and certain methods."
"Ok, then let's go over some of the vocabulary that's at NEWT level. I doubt we need to cover the basics."
Then I look up at him unsure. Do I need to go over the basics with him?
He must catch my quizzical stare. "No, we do not need to go over the basics." He says and he sounds annoyed. Oops.
Halfway through the session he looks at me. I stare back at him, mesmerized by his gray eyes. I quickly snap out of it and continue talking to him. That's when I feel him grab my arm. He pushes up my sleeve and looks at my arm. I am confused at first, until I realize what he must have seen. My scar. I always cover it with concealer, how could I be so careless? The scar covered the length of my forearm. It was a present from my father.
"How'd you get that?" He asks, still staring at it.
"None of your business." I say as heat rises to my cheeks and I yank my arm from his grasp. I mentally want to slap myself because I should have just made up some stupid story and not freaked out on him. Now he knows the scar is somewhat significant. I don't know what he is thinking about now and I don't know what to say. He's just staring at me with an unreadable expression. I feel like he can see right through me. Suddenly I can't breathe. "Well I fell off a broom when I was younger," I decide to say. "Haven't been on one since."
"Oh," he says a little disbelievingly. "Well maybe I'll be able to convince you to get back on one."
"Yeah, maybe," I say. I'm glad he at least pretended to believe me. After that he starts to tell me about quidditch and even though I know I should be tutoring him, I enjoy listening to him explain quidditch to me. He must think that because I don't play, I don't know anything about it. I had to stop myself from laughing on several occasions when he described obvious rules in great detail.
"It's getting late," I say when I realize we have gone 30 minutes over our scheduled hour. "I should probably get to bed."
"Goodnight," he says. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." And with that, I gather my papers and head up to my dorm.
Maybe this isn't going to be that bad.
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