Dangerously Yours - Mattheo Riddle

Hagrid's Hut

Jasper's dark eyes flickered with intrigue, and he leaned in a little closer, intrigued by Alora's challenge. "A bet, Merlin and I thought you two were childish before?" but still he nodded, going along with it, "alright then, whats this bet and what am I going to win?"

Alora nodded confidently, her eyes sparkling with a competitive glint. "It's not childish idiot, if you're too scared you're gonna lose then don't join... Let's see who can brew the best potion in this class. The winner gets... bragging rights."

Mattheo, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally chimed in, his lips curving into a smirk. "You're on, Potter."

Astra couldn't help but grin at the challenge. "Well, if it's bragging rights you want, you'll be hearing about our victory for the rest of the year."

"Yeah right, there's no way I'm losing to you," Jasper retorted, rolling his eyes at Astra

Theodore chuckled "Oh it's on. May the best potion win."

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the register, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's, Alora's and Astra's names. Unfortunately for Alora, her name was called last out of the three, meaning he glared at her for the longest out of the three. 

'Ah, yes,' he said softly, 'Alora and Harry Potter... and lets not forget, Astra Black. Our new – celebrities.' Alora watched as Astra's face scrunched up as he turned to the black-haired, giving her the dirtiest look out of all three of them. 

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands, shutting up as Astra threw a large ball of paper straight at Malfoy's face. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

'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 – like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. 

'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 stop death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.'

More silence followed this little speech. Alora and Astra exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. 

'Potter!' said Snape suddenly, turning to look at Alora. '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? Alora glanced at Astra, who looked as stumped as she was

'I don't know, sir,' said Alora.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

'Tut, tut – fame clearly isn't everything.' He then turned to Astra, a particularly strong sneer on his face. 

'Let's see if your little friend is any smarter than you are. Black, where would you tell me to look if I wanted to find a bezoar?'

Astra just shrugged her shoulders, 'Maybe next to a bottle of shampoo, but you clearly couldn't find that, so I guess you'd be going without the bezoar too' she grumbled, earning a snicker from their whole table

Snape sneered, 'what did you say?' he snapped, he wasn't sure what she had said, but from the looks on the faces of those around her he could tell it wasn't anything good