Polaris Black

30

1978, 19 March- Sunday

He was quite surprised Severus Snape, said yes. The older Slytherin was always walking around like he had a stick up his ass, Polaris wouldn't be surprised if he actually did. He never really saw the older Slyhreirn conversing with others and wondered if he actually had friends.

It seemed as though his brother Regulus was friends with him, but Polaris found himself questioning how often they call each other 'Black' and 'Snape'.

From what everyone had said, Servus Snape was not to be messed with when it came to potions. Apparently, he was the best of the best, even their house head boasted about how efficient he was in brewing, that he was an outstanding student in potions. He had to ask his brother this one favour of convincing the older Slytherin to tutor him.

At first, Polaris hadn't been too sure about asking for it, seeing as Snape was in his final year, and would probably be busy, but it didn't seem to be such a bad idea as it would be good for his resumé and the fact Polaris knew h didn't need that much tutoring only a few things.

Just as he was about to leave the common room to head to the Potions his name was called.

"Polaris." He sighed as he turned his head to see Elora. She frowned, before rolling her eyes, walking out the door with Polaris holding it. He stared at her as she walked out for a few seconds before closing it behind him.

"I'll go with you." she told him and he gave her a questioning look, "Do you even know where I'm going?" he had to ask, and she shrugged. She hand-picked a strand on her long hair, rolling it around her finger, "Aren't you getting tutored by Snape, now?" she responded.

"Yeah, I suppose, I am. I doubt he'll be happy with someone else joining." Polaris commented, looking at her as they were walking. "I'm not going in. I'm just walking you there. I felt like going for a small walk, and didn't feel like going alone, everyone else is studying for an exam, which I've already studied for yesterday."

An exam? Perhaps she meant the Transfiguration exam, which will be Monday.

"Do you know-" before Elora could continue, she was cut off by Corvus who just rounded the corner.

His lips thinned, staring at them both. "Oh, would you look at that! Corvus coming back from the library, are you?" Polaris spoke first. Corvus gave him a look, knowing damn well Polaris knew he hadn't been to the library in a month.

"Since when does he go to the library? The library is for people that aren't intellectually disabled." Elora announced, obviously making it clear she was talking about Corvus. Corvus didn't bother answering not feeling up to insulting her back.

"... Look, I'm going to head now. Corvus you can take Elora for a walk since she was needing one. Perhaps to the lake." Polaris said, all the while he was already walking away from them. As he finished speaking he picked up his pace not bothering to wait for their response, though he had no doubt that they parted ways.

Finally, he reached the potion room, which he slowly opened, peeking in, hoping he didn't get the time wrong.

"Get in already!"

Sometimes Polaris hated Snape. His teeth clenched in annoyance as he pushed the door open and walked in, making sure to close it after himself.

Snape seemed to have been waiting for a while. "Did I get the time wrong?" Polaris asked as he walked towards the desk Snape was sitting at. "No." was all he got in response.

Behind him was a blackboard, written in white chalk 'The Draught of Living Death'.

"Isn't that a sixth-year NEWT, potion?" Polaris said slightly confused. When he had asked for help, he had never specified what he needed help with, so he assumed that Snape would go through all the third-year material, but here he was skipping to sixth-year material, while he was still in his third year. He wasn't complaining, per se, just didn't expect it.