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Willow stands with the boys and Hermione and they wait for Professor Snape to let them into the classroom "There's the address and the number." Hermione says, giving Willow a piece of parchment with the number and address on. "Thanks Mione, I'll send it to Mum and Dad in the letter I'm writing this weekend. Need to send a letter to Charlie and Bill too, haven't seen them since about May." Willow smiles. Professor Snape opens the door and lets the students in, most the Slytherins sitting together as most the Gryffindors do the same. Willow and her friends roll their eyes and sit at the only five person station, Ron and Harry sitting nearby. Professor Snape stands at the front of the room and begins roll call, stopping when he gets to Harry's name "Ah, yes. Harry Potter. Our new, celebrity." he remarks before continuing with the rest of the roll call "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. 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 tells the class.
Hermione and Willow smile at each other as they listen, already knowing that they're going to enjoy the calls "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Professor Snape asks. "I don't know, sir." Harry responds. "Tut, tut, fame clearly isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Professor Snape asks him. "I don't know, sir." Harry repeats. "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter? What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Professor Snape asks. "I don't know." Harry responds quietly. "Miss MIkaelson?" Professor Snape asks, looking at her "Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." Willow responds. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Professor Snape asks the class. Harry looks over at Willow who smiles apologetically, trying to ignore the glare she's getting for a couple of the other Gryffindors "Sorry." she mouths. "It's fine." Harry mouths back.
Professor Snape puts everyone into groups of twos and threes, telling them to brew the simple potion to cure boils. Willow and Draco are paired together as Blaise, Theo and Hermione being put together as a trio. Willow and Draco do the potion easily, not using the instructions as they have already made this potion multiple times before. Professor Snape walks over and smiles slightly when he sees how perfect their potion is going. As he tells the class how perfect it is, clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing fill the dungeon. Neville somehow had managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, their potion seeping across the stone floor and burning holes in people's shoes. In seconds the whole class stands on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron melted, groaned in pain as angry red boils appear all over his arms and legs "Idiot boy! I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Snape asks, making the potion disappear with a wave of his wand. Neville whimpers as boils start to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing. You, Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's a point you've lost for Gryffindor." Professor Snape glares. Harry opens his mouth to argue, but Ron kicks him behind their cauldron as Willow shakes her head in warning "Don't push it. I've heard Snape can turn very nasty." Ron tells him.
