"I'm bored," Vivica whined, resting her head in her hand.
At the sudden statement, the thin thread that held the two Hufflepuffs' concentration to their Potions essay snapped. The pair raised their heads from parchment and ink, before briefly sharing a knowing glance, their friends' antics of not paying attention in class becoming too oddly familiar. There was a reason Vivica Windsor was not in Ravenclaw.
"We're supposed to be planning an essay, Vi," Caroline mentioned, tapping her quill on the open book in front of her. "You know, the one that's worth a quarter of our overall mark? Ring a bell?" Albeit, her words fell on deaf ears.
"Potions theory is easy enough. You just have to write what you see in your cauldron. Look," the dark-skinned girl peered into the bubbling cauldron that sat in front of them. "It's simmering and doesn't look like shit," she sat back in her seat and cross her arms, "See? Fuck writing an essay. I could've told the Professor that myself if he wasn't such a prick."
"We have to write it to pass, Viv," Caroline rolled her eyes, though fondness clouded in them. She made Potions class slightly more bearable with her cheekiness and her not-so-subtle hatred for Slughorn. He gave her an E once for a presentation on reasons why Veritaserum was unethical and against many moral laws and that did not sit well with the Hufflepuff. His reasoning? Her evaluation points were weak and the evidence wasn't strong enough to back up her application. Her reasoning? He was evil.
Realising she had no choice in the matter, Vivica groaned loudly and slid down in her seat, grumbling under her breath about stupid magical exams and stupid magical school.
The other two chuckled under their breath and got back to work, the scratching of quills against parchment and bubbling of potions returning to the classroom. Faint chatter from other Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors alike filled in the silence, creating a perfect ambience for focus, every student locked into study mode. Well, apart from Vivica, who was still sulking in her seat at the thought of having to do work and write essays instead of debating about sociological matters and how stupid the patriarchy was. And the four noisy boys sat a couple of rows in front, who were throwing random objects into their cauldron. The grey-eyed Gryffindor, Sirius Black, had snatched James Potter's glasses and dangled them over the spitting potion.
They were almost seventeen, for Merlin's sake! Did they not know how to act normally?
Suddenly, Vivica sprung up from her seat, causing her friends to flinch in surprise. "I have an idea," she announced as if she'd just created Newton's Physics. Solara shared yet another puzzled glance with Caroline, their minds churning wildly.
A large grin spread across Vivica's face, proclaiming, "Why don't we play truth or dare?"
