Lumos | H.P

005✔

Snape started the class by taking the roll call and he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new—celebrity."

Then he stopped at mine.

"Laicey Espinoza" He said.

I looked up at him with my star-filled eyes, and surprised him with my reaction. I smiled. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. At least that's what everyone but me thought. As he looked at me, i saw emotion swimming slightly in his eyes. But it seems no one else saw it.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began.

He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word—like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. 

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach".

He looked at me again with an unreadable expression. I think i caught a glimpse of a very small smile, in his eyes. But once again, no one but me noticed. Instead, more silence followed that little speech. He turned to Harry, who was writing down his every word while looking like he wasn't paying attention.

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

Harry looked up at him in surprise. I watched a Hermione's hand shot up. I know the answer, but i have a feeling that the professor will ask me after he asks Harry.

"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.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?".

 I watched as Harry forced himself to keep looking into those cold eyes. Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. He turned to me. I watched as his facial expressions softened the tiniest bit.

"Miss Espinoza. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?".

I straightened in my seat and smiled slightly at the professor.

"Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death" i said with confidence.

He smiled slightly as i gave the correct answer.

"where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?".

"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons".

"What is the difference, Miss Espinoza, between monkshood and wolfsbane?".