Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 6: 1780

I think you know what's next.

I got my ears pierced yesterday and I was being a complete wimp about it. it was legit over in two seconds, and now I can wear all the crazy earrings I've made! #Excited

This one's a long one

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ALEX POV

"Hey..." Laurens said, trailing off when he saw me. a look of shock spread across his face for a split second, and then he smiled awkwardly. He had a cute smile.

I wasn't even meant to be in this class; I sucked at potions when I went to school and I never had the right materials to try and teach it to myself when I dropped out. I was here because Dumbledore put me in this class. Why? I had no idea. Maria had told me the man worked in mysterious ways.

"Hello. Alexander Hamilton, though you probably already know my name." He nodded.

"I'm John Laurens (IN THE PLACE TO BE). And," He rubbed his neck, looking away from me. "Thanks for helping me with Thomas Jeffershit. He's a complete ass."

"Anytime. And, I agree totally," I finger-gunned him. "Can I be real for a second?" I lowered my voice. "I have no idea what I am doing."

"That's ok, Just... do what I do."

John got out a book from his large backpack, and I hurried to grab mine from my bag. The book was a bit tattered, and I noticed that his book looked brand new. I placed my book away from John's line of sight.

Quiet chatter filled the room as we all begin to brew our potions.

"It says here that we need Powdered Root of Asphodel, Sloth Brain, and Valerian Sprigs," I read from the book, dragging my finger down the page and sounding out the weird names. Where the hell would one get a sloth brain?

"I'll go grab them from the front, just stir the potion counter-clockwise for exactly 10 and a half seconds." John left to go get the ingredients, and I saw a certain afro-headed someone saunter up next to him. Speak of the Devil. Completely forgetting about the potion, I watched as they exchanged low but heated words. I could see John's hands balled into fists at his sides.

"Shut UP!" He yelled, then immediately put his hand to his mouth. Jefferson, satisfied, whispered something in John's ear, smirked at me, and went back to his potion station. All of the blush had drained from John's face, and his freckles stood out against the pale skin.

"Mr. Laurens. 15 points from Hufflepuff. Go to the headmaster's office." Snape snarled, pointing to the door. John grabbed his backpack and fast-walked out of the bathroom. I wonder what Jefferson whispered to him.

"Get back to work."

I have no idea what I am doing.

I read each step three times, trying to do everything right. I had no idea if I was using the right ingredients, they all had strange names and none of the containers had labels. They expect you to know everything when you're in a NEWT level class.

"Time is up. Let's see how horrendously everyone has done."

Snape started to go around the room, dropping a flower in everyone's various purple-colored potions. My potion wasn't any shade of purple, It was a dark green. Shit.

Jefferson's potion was given a round of applause, forced by the Hufflepuffs and enthusiastically by the Slytherins. Snape praised his work and awarded him 20 house points. I wasn't complaining about the points, I just hated Jefferson.