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(Potion making)
"Miss Weasley, nice of you to finally join us."
All heads, including Professor Vane's, turned to take a look at the redheaded girl hovering just inside the Potion's class's door. Rosie turned bright red under the stares.
"Sorry," she said, gripping her bag. "I was…held up. By an owl. An injured owl I mean"
A few guys at the back of the room snickered.
"There wasn't any blood, but it couldn't move, so…I took her to Hagrid".
Rose's classmates chuckled as her face blushed even more.
"Sorry, Professor" Rose finished lamely, stepping cautiously inside the classroom.
Professor Vane seemed even younger than Rose's parents, but she was strict during her classes and her stern expression made her look severe. Her students worked hard to avoid being at the end of one of her glares.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rose could see Al trying (and failing) to conceal his chuckles. Rose tried to send him a nasty glare, but that only made him laugh more. So much for a best friend.
"Well, take a sit next to Mister Malfoy then" Professor Vane instructed impatiently pointing at an empty desk at the very front of the class.
Rose watched in horror as Scorpius Malfoy's blonde head snapped up to look at their teacher.
"Um, I was actually saving the seat for Troy, Professor" he said moving his book towards the end of the table, as if making sure no one else placed their things next to his.
"Ah, yes. Where, pray tell, is Mister Greengrass in this fine Monday morning?".
Rose could have sworn Malfoy's face turned a shade paler (which she could have never thought possible) as he shared a quick, panicked look with the two girls sitting on the table next to his. She only recognized the brunette one, Sabrina Greengrass -Slytherin prefect and Troy Higgs's twin sister- and wondered were was Lyra Nott, who usually sat close to her.
"He was feeling really sick" Scorpius answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.
"I see. Well, as he is not here himself, we can only assume he would not mind his new seat" Professor Vane stated, gently pushing Malfoy's book back to his half of the table "Miss Weasley, sit down now, please".
"Do something" Rose mouthed to Al as she slowly made her way to the front of the classroom. But her cousin just looked helplessly at her and run a hand through his already horribly messy hair, which Rose recognized as a nervous gesture of his.
Well, thank you Al.
Rose made sure her Potions book was difficult to find inside her bag as she took her assigned seat, using her tangled hair to cover up her face. Once she was pretty sure she was not longer bright red, she took a deep breath and decisively turned around to look at her new partner.
She yelped when she came face to face with a pair of eyes already staring at her.
"Weasley" Scorpius Malfoy greeted politely, but there was something in his voice that told Rose he found her fright somehow funny.
"Hello" she replied quietly "I'm sorry about the seat".
He just shrugged, and Rose found herself squirming uncomfortably on her seat at his silence.
Scorpius Malfoy had the unique ability to make her feel extremely nervous. He always had. Through the seven years they had known each other, Rose could pretty much count the number of interactions between them using just one hand. Most of them had been trough Albus, who paired with him during Care of Magical Creatures, a class Rose didn't take since Fifth Year.
The rational-Granger part of Rose knew it was absolutely ridiculous to feel that way, it was not like he was menacing in any way. Sure, he was rally tall and all, but he was generally quiet and polite every time he had to address her, or anyone he didn't know that well.
But there was something about him that got under Rosie's skin, and she had always got the feeling she would make an absolutely fool of herself if she ever really needed to talk to him. She just knew. She would babble and blush and Merlin help her, this was the boy her father had warned her not o get "too friendly with" more than once. What was wrong with her?
"So um" Rose said, clearing her throat and staring at the table's surface like it was the most interesting thing ever "What potion are we brewing?".
"Veritaserum". He replied "Shall we use my cauldron?".
Rose, who had completely forgotten hers (at Hagrid's, she hoped), nodded vigorously.
"Yes, of course" she grabbed her book once more and quickly searched for the Potions instructions "And we can use my book".
"Brilliant" Scorpius said, and to her surprise he smiled at her.
She smiled back so automatically it took her a moment to realize she had done it.
"We have to add a phoenix feather to the cold water". Rosie instructed. "And then we stir clockwise until it turns red" she looked up in time to see the feather spark as it hit the water, and Scorpius began to stir it patiently.
She wondered if it'ld take long for the red to appear. Moving a potion could be truly tiring "We can take turns" she told him.
"I've got it" he shrugged.
However, after a couple of minutes he stopped for a second to take off his jumper. For some reason, the action made Rose's face to heat up.
Good Godric. She was an idiot.
"Is Lyra okay?" she asked, concentrating on cutting the grindylow finger they needed next. It was quite gross.
"What? Oh, yeah. Her little sister had a problem" Scorpius said "I think you can add that finger now".
Rose did. She hadn't known Lyra Nott had a sister. For some reason, she imagined all pureblood Slytherins as only childs, which was highly ridiculous.
"Rose?" he said.
"Sorry" she napped out of it, shaking her head for good measure "Now we add unicorn hair and wait five minutes". She read. "Then we add cold water again".
"Done" he reported "Now we wait".
She turned on her chair to nod at him and he nodded back. His eyes, Rose noticed for the first time ever, where blue. She was so used to know how much he looked like his father she had always taken for granted he had inherited his gray eyes.
But he hadn't.
He was looking at her too, she realized. And he wondered what was he seen. Her mum's bushy hair (in red) and her dad's blue eyes? Grandma Molly's mouth? Granpa Arthur's nose? Did he see something else? Something that belonged only to her?
A loud bang echoed the room and Rose jumped, finally breaking eye contact with him. It looked like a cauldron two tables from them had exploded suddenly, causing a small fire and spilling its contents over a pretty Ravenclaw called India Thomas, who's dark skin began to turn red.
Professor Vane solved the commotion quickly, but Rose and Scorpius worked practically on silence the rest of the lesson. It was not uncomfortable, truth be told, when your family was as big and loud as Rosie's, you learned to appreciate the quiet quickly.
"Very well" Professor Vane said when they handed her the vial with their potion "Very well indeed. Now it has to mature for a full moon circle. And in about a month we'll if it is really as flawless as it appears to be" she smiled at them "Three drops of it, and you'ld spill your deepest thoughts and desires".
When the bell ringed, Rosie practically ran from the classroom,not even waiting for Al, (who was talking with Jake Jordan and didn't seem to notice anyway).
She didn't even now what she was running from.
(Jinx)
Lyra absolutely hated the hospital wing. She was good at avoiding it herself, even as a little kid, she rarely got sick and when she did she was far too impatient to wait until she was fully recovered and she simply lived through whatever illness she was enduring.
So the infirmary meant for her that one of her sisters was hurt or sick, and they tended fo be either of those a lot.
This time, Professor Bulstrode, who was the Head of Slytherin, had informed Lyra that Lottie, who was a fourth year, had been involved in some kind of fight in the corridor and she had ended up jinxed.
"What were you thinking?" Lyra roared as soon as she saw her sister, who was sitting on one of the bedscloser to the door and didn't look badly hurt.
"I'm fine" Lottie said, wincing "It was just a jelly-leg jinx".
"Then why are you on the hospital wing?" Lyra demanded.
None of the Nott girls were really tall or corpulent, but while Lyra and her older sister, Ida, where at least sightly curvy and taller than five feet, Lottie had always been short and particularly skinny. So Lyra had no trouble accommodating on the bed, next to her.
"I hit my head when I fell" Lottie said, then she added quickly "but Madame Hannah says I am fine".
"Really" Lyra frowned.
"Well, she is the one with the Healer training" Lottie scoffed.
"Indeed" said Madame Hannah walking through her office's door right then "Don't worry Miss Nott, your sister is perfectly fine. Mister Kalinsky, on the other hand..." she added nodding to the other occupied bed, where a boy layed apparently unconsciouss.
"I didn't mean to banish his hand's bones" Lottie mumbled in a low tone. But not low enough.
"You did what?" Lyra shriekedd.
"It was an accident!" Lottie protested, turning red "Accidental magic! I don't even know a spell for that! He jinxed me first and I got angry!"
"Let me get this straight" Lyra said, getting up "You accidentaly managed to banish that boy's hand's bones?".
Lottie looked down, an ashamed look on her face.
"You can fix him, can't you?"
"Of course I can" Madame Hannah assured before turning to Lottie "Miss Nott, you are ready to leave now. You can perfectly go to your next class".
Lottie practically jumped out of bed and run through the doors, pretending not to hear Lyra telling her to stop.
Lyra sighed and thanked Madame Hannah.
"She's a good kid" the older witch replied "And I don't doubt for a second Mister Kalinsky was the one pushing her until she napped. But I had to inform Professor Bulstrode anyway, she could have hurt him severely".
"I understand" Lyra nodded.
Madame hannah looked past her to the door as if dismissing her, and, relieved, she turned around.
And walked straight into Liam Wood.
He grunted and Lyra had the urge to laugh. Wood was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. Lyra couldn't have hurt him even if she had tried.
"Sorry" she mumbled when he looked down at her.
"Mister Wood, may I help you with something?" Madame Hannah asked, and Wood ignored Lyra and looked at her.
"I was told there was a problem with a Gryffindor fourth year?" he asked in his deep, gravelly voice.
"Mister Kalinsky here" Madame Hannah confirmed "Will need skele-gro after a rather nasty incident with Miss Nott. But he will be fine".
"You jinxed a fourth year?" Wood asked incredulously, and it took Lyra a moment to realize he was talking to her.
"Of course not!" she exclaimed "My sister did".
He frowned down at her and Lyra greeted her teeth, wishing to be taller so she didn't need to tilt her head back to glare back at him.
"What is it to you, anyway?" she finally asked, when it became clear he was not planning on moving and let her through.
"I'm head boy" he replied.
Lyra rolled her eyes. Then looked up again to meet his gaze. There was something about him that made her want to hit him in the head with a blunt object..
"Well, good for you" she snapped, highly irritated by his patronizing tone.
"And Professor Longbottom has asked me to monitor detentions" He continued, ignoring her " So I come and solve problems like this".
"I'm sorry to tell you" Lyra pointed out "He needs to re-grow his bones, so I don't think you're qualified to solve this particular case"
He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Now, if you'll excuse me" Lyra added, trying to push him back.
To her surprise, he obliged and moved out of the way.
"Hey, Nott. Is your sister also a Slytherin?"
"You're the Head boy" she replied as she opened the hospital wing doors "You find that one out".
(Dye)
"Julie, hi".
Julie looked up from her Potions essay and found Jason smiling down at her.
She hadn't seen him since that afternoon they had helped Hagrid. That he had helped Hagrid while Julie and Liz talked by his side, actually.
"Hello" she smiled brightly, trying to get the quill she had knotted her hair without him noticing.
"Mind if I sit with you?" Jase asked, already taking out the chair next to hers.
"Of course" she answered, and immediately wished for the earth to swallow her, as she realized how eager she had sounded.
If Jase noticed it, however, he did not comment on it. Instead, he sat down and got an Herbology book out of his bag.
"What are you working on?".
"Potions" Julie lied quickly.
She had done all her homework long ago, and just finished revising it. But she could always take a look at it again, she reasoned, and stay with Jase for a bit longer.
"Oh. I dumped Potions as soon as O. were done" Jase told her with a smile "I was terrible at them".
"Well, it is a difficult subject".
"Jase!" a voice cut it in that instant, much too loud for the library.
Julie flinched. Let it not be him she though For the love of Morgana let it not be him. But of course, when she turned around no otjer that Tom McMillan was walking towards their table.
"Hey Jase" he repeated as he reached them, his tone lower this time "Are you with Herbolog..."
His question was cut short when he finally looked around and noticed Julie right next to him.
"Um. Do you two know each other?" the smile had slipped away of Jase's face, and he looked confused from Tom to Julie, like he was seeing a tennis match.
"Sadly" they both said at once.
"Oh" Jason exclaimed. A look of recognition of his face. He turned to Julie "Your surname is Goldstein?". Julie nodded, confused, and Jase shook his head as if he could not believe his eyes "You are the Julie Goldstein".
"Hate of my life" Thomas confirmed. He had apparently recpvered from his initial shock, because he walked over to the chair right in front of Julie's and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Julie exclaimed horrified.
"Relax, Julianne" Julie hated it when people called her her full name "I just need to write down a couple of thing on my Herbology essay. And he happens ro have the book I need".
In any other circumstance, Julie would have probably explained to him on detail where, exactly, he cpuld shove his book. But Jase seemed quite happy to have McMillan sitting with them and she didn't want to cause a scene in the library. The last thing she needed was to be banned from one of her absolutely favorite places on the castle.
"So... you two go a long way back, uh?" Jase said after a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"All the way back to the womb" McMillan mumbled, not exactly happily.
"How about you?" Julie asked, suddenly curious "Are the two of you good friends?"
"You could say that" Tom said, shrugging "I mean we have shared a room for seven years".
"I'm not good friends with every girl of my dorm". Julie pointed out.
"That's because you're a..." McMillan started to say. But what ever he though Julie was was lost when Jason declared loudly.
"Well, none of us like Smith at all".
At the mention of his room mate, Tom made a disgusted face. Jase chuckled
"Here" he said, handing McMillan the Herbology book " All yours . I'm going to see if I'm able to get another useful one".
And with that, he disappeared between the shelves.
"Listen, I actually came to the library looking for you" Tom said as soon as his friend was out of earshot.
"What?".
"I wanted to ask you if I can talk woth your parents" he explained "About The War".
"Oh. Yes, of course, as long as I can talk to yours". Julie replied. "Do you think they'll tell us anything?".
"I don't know" He confessed "I think it's still hard for them".
Julie smiled sadly at him and he nodded back. And both of them returned to their paper silently.
"Can all Ravenclaws read upside down or it's just you?" Tom said suddenly.
"What?".
"Your essay" he said, pointing at it with his quill "Is upside down".
Julie groaned, and she could feel her cheeks heating up.
"Can you just finish whatever you're doing and leave" she said, while turning her essay around, angry with herself .
He didn't answer for a long time, simply observing her with curiosity.
"You like him, don't you?".
"Who? No. I barely know him!".
"So? You like what you've seen until now" he simplified "Whatever. It's weird".
"Shut up" Julie snapped.
"What..." he started to say, in a tone far too casually, like he was about to talk of the weather or the latest licorice flavor "If I told him about that time you tried to dye your hair?".
"You wouldn't" Julie gasped.
When Julie was ten, her sister Annabel had convinced her she would be much prettier as a blonde. As she knew her mum would never change her her hair color, she decided to try muggle dye. And she had managed to turn most of the hair she did't loose green.
McMillan laughed, trying not to make too much noise. It had been his mum the one who had been able to finally calm Julie enough to be able to fix her when it had happened, and of course Tom had been there to see it all. Luckily, his sister Elise had prevented him for taken any pictures, but the story was embarrasing enough on its own.
"Oh, you should have seen your face" he finally said, when he managed to stop laughing.
"You are an idiot" Julie mumbled, but she too was fighting down a smile.
He shrugged.
"What about the time I had to save you from a ladybug?" she grinned.
"You promised to never tell" he had paled down at least two shades. "You set your father's office on fire".
"That was your fault!".
"It so wasn't" Tom laughed.
"You won't tell about the hair" Julie asked him "Will you?".
"Hair?" his expression was so utterly innocent she almost missed when he winked at her "What hair?".
Julie felt strangely sad, for some reason, when Jason finally returned to the table and Tom left them alone at last.
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