Destined to be

SEVEN - POTIONS

"Lynette?" I heard my name echoed through the dungeons as I walked to the potion class. I lazily turned with an annoyed 'Hmm'.

"What are you doing here Nerida?" I asked the Slytherin girl. She was quickly approaching me, her bangs bouncing slightly at her forehead as she was almost jumping excitedly in my direction. I never really talked to Nerida Roberts. I helped her once during my fifth year here but that was about it. She was definitely not going to the potions like me.

"I am just wandering around. How are you?" she smiled at me sweetly. Yeah she was definitely just wandering around. She knew I would have a potion class right now. And I could sense she was itching to ask me something.

"I'm good, thanks," I turned my back to her and started walking again.

"That's great. And how was your summer?" She caught up with me with a few quick steps.

"Wonderful," I lied. "I was spending it with my aunt and uncle." I said with no expression in my face.

"Oh, really? I thought that you have no family left. At least that's what Priscilla told me," she kept scout out.

"Yeah? Well, apparently Priscilla was wrong." Is this girl for real? "Listen, Nerida. You can tell everybody that I have spent my summer with my family. That my uncle and aunt decided to take me in and take care of me until I am out of school. My father was a brother of Mr. Carrow, that's why the sudden change of a name. Happy?" I asked her, annoyed with this whole conversation. But I'd rather it been over already. So everyone else could start talking about something else.

"Your mother never told you that your father is not your real father?" She asked with a surprised voice.

"Do you really think that this is an appropriate question?" I stopped and raised a brow.

"Um, sorry," she started flicking her eyes, looking everywhere but me knowing she overstepped the line.

"Are you done with the interrogation? Because I have a class to attend."

"I was just curious," she folded her arms over her chest, defending herself.

"Good bye, Nerida," I retorted coldly and entered the potion class. Potions was another subject I was surprised Ominis attended. But he figured out that with the right labelling and lot's of sniffing and listening he could be really good at potion making. I looked in his direction. The potion table next to him was empty, as he promised. I smiled and walked to the empty space.

"My sweet, sweet Lynette," Leander Prewett stepped in my way. Did everyone agree to bother me today? He put both of his hands deep in the pocket. In the corner of my eyes I could see a small glass vial in one of his palms.

"What do you want, Leander?" I raised one brow. He never really talked to me last year after I defeated him in Summoner's Court match. And definitely not with this sickly sweet tone.

"I was just thinking if you would like a little rematch? I would love to see if you are still as good in Summoner's Court as you were last year." He winked at me.

"I think I will pass. I enjoyed it last year but I would like to focus on different activities this year, Leander," I gave him a fake smiley and tried to walk past him. But he quickly reached for one of my sleeves and stopped me.

"What about quidditch, are you planning to sign?" He refused to give up.

"Actually, quidditch is forbidden for me," I said honestly.

"Really? Why?" He looked at me, confused.

"My uncle doesn't want that."

"At your tables, please!" Professor Sharp saved me from this uncomfortable conversation. I quickly walked to my potion station and sat next to Ominis. "Welcome everyone. Without unnecessary talking. Please open your Advanced Potion-Making book and find the Memory potion. I thought it would be wise to start with something you will probably find rather beneficial this year. Please prepare your ingredients and get started!" he said plainly and sat behind his desk.