Screct [ Darry ]

Potion Master

Dorea and Ron was sitting on Great Hall for breakfast .

"What have we got today?" dorea asked Ron as she poured sugar on her
porridge.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," said Ron. "Snape's Head of Slytherin
House. They say he always favors them - we'll be able to see if it's true."

"Wish McGonagall favored us," said dorea. Professor McGonagall was
head of Gryffindor House, but it hadn't stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before.

Just then, the mail arrived. Hedwig fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto dorea's plate. Dorea tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl:

Dear Dorea,
I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and
have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your
first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.
Hagrid

Dorea borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back
of the note, and sent Hedwig off again.

After breakfast they went for potion class,Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape started the class by taking the roll call, he paused at dorea's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Dorea Potter. Our new - celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their
hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class.

"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 ""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."

More silence followed this little speech. Dorea and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows.

Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

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

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Dorea glanced at Ron, who
looked as stumped as she was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," said dorea

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Hermione's hand.

Now Dorea started anoying, it is their first potion class, what did Snape expect her to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi? Or Remember the whole book from start to end?

And what the hell was about fame? She doesn't even know she is famous before she get her Hogwarts letter. What hell is this man's problem with her? It's like he only want to humiliated her.

Dorea Cassiopeia Potter aren't like other .if someone is good with her then she is good them but if someone try to get under her skin then it's take her only a heartbeat to show them that she is not goody to shoes.