Classes went smoothly the whole first day, well except for Semeus somehow blowing up his feather in charms. That boy had a talent for explosives.

When Rose woke up on the second day she was giddy with excitement. For the last half of the day they had double potions with Sev.

She skipped down to the common room to see Neville sitting alone. She waved at him happily.

"How are you in such a good mood? I've hardly gotten any sleep! And already we have the charms paper due at the end of the week!" He yelled exasperated. Rose pulled out her school schedule and pointed to the potions then smiled brightly.

"Oh, are you excited for today's potion classes? Why on earth would you be excited! Potions is unbearably hard! Plus we have it with the Slytherins! He looked at her shocked. She pointed to the teacher for potions, Severus Snape.

"Goodness Rose I forgot! You'll probably do great in that class, while I fail." He looked glum. Rose shook her head seriously and patted his shoulder. He looked at her and she gave him a thumbs up.

"Thanks Rose. Now we better get down to breakfast or else we'll be late." He said.

Rose could hardly wait for potions. All though Herbology which Neville really seemed to enjoy she couldn't contain her excitement.

Then they where headed down, deep into the dungeons to the potions classroom. Rose lead the way having been there numerous times. The all paired up and took out their cauldrons and ingredient kits.

Rose and Neville where sitting together in the second row behind Hermione, because Neville insisted they not go in the front.

Then Sev came walking out of his closest, black robes billowing behind him. He scanned the classroom smiling only at Draco and Rose. Then something weird happened. He looked from Rose to Neville and frowned at Neville. Neville gave out a small squeak.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few... Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." Rose smiled, she had heard this speech many times before.

"Potter." Sev then spoke. "What would I get if I mixed powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He asked. I new off the bat, and so did Hermione because her hand shot into the air.

"I don't know sir." Harry responded. How could he? He would have had to memorize the beginning potions book, or I guess had the potion master as a dad.

"Did you even read your textbook?" He snarled. Turned and looked at him in shock. Sev wasn't a ray of sunshine but he was being mean. The class only went downhill. My potion was perfect, but Neville's was no where near correct. Sev praised mine and Draco's but destroyed Neville. When Sev dismissed us I wrote him a note.

We need to talk. Not now. Later
-Rose