❝ potions class gone wrong ! ❞

If there was anything Euphemia despised, it was Regulas' hair.

Those long, smooth and luscious hair were to die for. Unlike him, Euphemia had frizzy hair, which even though she'd cut, would grow back in a week! She tried all his hair products, though none worked. They were still bushy and frizzy. Lavender and Parvati tried using coconut oil and even that didn't work. By the end of the weekend, Euphemia chopped off the hair to her shoulders, which made her feel much lighter.

Learning more and more about magic each day was interesting, but boring as well.

Professor Binns, their history teacher was a ghost. He kept on lecturing, without letting anyone ask anything. It was as if a parrot screeching in your ear while sleepy.

Astronomy was no better. Professor Sinistra would try to include everyone and while Euphemia loved that, she was unable to understand the stars. As far as she knew, her sun sign was Leo.

Herbology was taught by Professor Sprout. Professor Sprout was a kind soul. She took care of each and every plant. It was very different from gardening. They took care of strange little plants and grew to know about each plant individually.

Charms was one class that always ended up bothering Euphemia. It was either because Flitwick looked at Harry and her as if they were 'celebrities,' and also because of Hermione Granger.

Hermione never really talked to anyone in the Gryffindor dorms. The three girls third to include her however possible, but she usually declined. Euphemia asked help from the girl the other day, though she just ignored her and went out of the dorm room. What was more frustrating was that she continuously tried to answer any question asked to her or Sam. At first, Euphemia thought she might be doing it just for fun, but now, it felt as though Hermione Granger was competing against everyone, trying to do her best.

Aside from Hermione Granger's antics, Euphemia had her first potions lessons today and she was bloody terrified! She had heard really bad things about Professor Snape. The boy called him an 'obnoxious greasy prick,' and Lee claimed that 'Sniverus,' suited him better than Severus.

Euphemia joined Sam and Regulas down to the dungeons. Harry sat next to Regulas while Euphemia sat next to Sam. Snape stood in the middle of the classroom, his greasy hair sticking down his neck.

"I will be starting with roll call," Snape said, merely aloud, "Adrian Pucey. . . Anthony Goldstein," Snape scowled as he reached halfway through the list, "Euphemia and Harry Potter," he slightly scoffed, "our 'new celebrities,' "

Draco and his pals sniggered, though Snape ignored the paled head. He went on with the roll call and sighed, "another Black I see." His face became cold and unreadable. Masking himself, he finished the roll call and looked up at the class.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I do not expect you will understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids.  .  . " Snape continued speaking, though in barely more than a whisper.

More silence followed his little speech. Harry was writing down something on a piece of parchment, as Regulas sat beside him with a confident smile.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir," said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut— fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Er— excuse me, Professor," Euphemia spoke up, raising her hand, "with all due respect, Hermione Granger may know the answer."

"Well you seem to know everything don't you Ms Potter, why don't you tell us the answer," Snape sneered.

Euphemia's breath hitched and she looked down, her nose and ears turned crimson in embarrassment.

"Arrogance must be from your father'," Snape muttered, "let's give it another try. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione's hand had shot into the air once again.

"I don't know sir," she whispered.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" his lips curled upwards, cruelly. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And two points will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Ms Potter."

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued.

Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilt potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Regulas, who had been working next to Neville.

"Potter and Black," Snape's nose flared, "why am I not surprised. You— Potter— why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point a Potter has lost for Gryffindor."

Euphemia glared at him, her face red with anger.

"You have something to say, Ms Potter?"

"No sir," she said, looking down at her potion and mixing it. She added a strand of leaf and mixed it again, anticlockwise. A second later, her potion started changing colour, a much darker shade of purple started to emerge.

Euphemia glanced at Sam's potion, which was much lighter than hers. She went back and checked her book. What could she possibly have missed?

Thinking one strand was too little, she added two more and mixed it anti-clockwise. Her potion soon started boiling up, creating a bubbling effect.

"Professor!" She cried out loud, "there's something wrong with my potion!"

Sam looked back at her and his eyes widened. He pulled her away just in time as the boils sprang all over the table.

"Potter!"  Snape turned around and went to her table nastily, "you were supposed to add one strand! Did you not read the instructions— "

"I did professor!" Euphemia interrupted, "the colour changed and I thought if I added more— "

"More?" Snape snapped, "every potion has a proportion— "

"— like chemistry— "

"Don't interrupt me, girl!" Snape snarled, "I suppose you mixed it anti-clockwise. It's clearly stated that you have to mix the potion clockwise— twice. Do you not know how to read Potter?"

"Professor I'm— "

"Didn't I just tell you not to interrupt me?" Snape rebuked, "detention!" He took out a parchment and wrote a note, handing it to her, "Take this to McGonagall and get out of my class Ms Potter."

Euphemia glanced at Harry, who looked at her in terror. Her eyes connected with Sam, just for a moment, as she collected her books and scurried away.

* * *

"Detention, at the first week!" Professor McGonagall was furious. "What were you thinking?!"

"Professor it wasn't my fault!" Euphemia argued. "The potion— poof— it just boiled— purple—  it was supposed to be lighter and.  .  . "

McGonagall sighed. "Have a biscuit Potter,"

"Wha. . . what?" Euphemia stuttered.

McGonagall poured the first year some tea.

"You both should be more careful around him," said McGonagall, "Snape has taken the most points from Gryffindor in the past few years."

"Professor I'm sorry," Euphemia slumped her shoulders, "I know it was bad of me—  and I should have read the instructions properly, but Professor Snape is unreasonable and cruel. He was talking about my father like— "

"Let me stop you right there Ms Potter," said McGonagall, "unfortunately, Snape is not kind towards the Gryffindors. However, he is a brilliant professor. I also know about your post curfew activities Ms Potter— "

Euphemia's eyes widened.

McGonagall sighed, "You needn't spend the detention with Professor Snape. I will arrange your detention with me."

"Thank you, professor!" Euphemia grinned, "so, where did you buy these biscuits from Professor, they're delicious."

"Out of my office Ms Potter."

"That sounds about right."

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i hate snape, therefore there will be a lot of bashing. run while you still can.

the updates might become a bit slower. my mocks are starting from next week and your girl needs to study. expect an update once in 1-2 weeks.

my health is much better. i just have a few after-effects (a flu and cough).

anyways, i do hope you like this chapter. your comments and votes are appreciated <3

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