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'shall i write it in a letter? shall i try to get it down? you fill my head with pieces of a song i can't get out' — bloom
Hogwarts — Oct 1943
"You've spelt Horklump Juice incorrectly." Julius Lestrange stared blankly at the parchment sat between the two.
Casimir's head flew up, "That was unnecessary." He sighed, scribbling out the word and starting over once more.
"It looks messy now." Lestrange rolled his eyes, "Let me do it, your handwriting is simply awful."
Julius grabbed his own quill and shifted the parchment to his side, before turning it over and writing his own title. Group work and cooperation was not his strong point, especially when he was paired with half-bloods.
"I apologise. I didn't think it looked too bad." Casimir frowned as he leaned his face against his palm, his elbow supporting his head as he watched the Slytherin.
"You didn't think it looked bad. I think it's akin to chicken scratch." Lestrange chided, shifting in his seat uncomfortably under the boy's gaze.
"Well, who asked you, Lestrange?" Lestari gave a short glance to the pair beside her, waiting for her partner to finish her portion of their task.
"Watch your mouth, snappy. You aren't apart of this conversation." He shook his head.
Lestari shared a look with Casimir, one resembling the vexation felt of the groups assorted.
"I think we should add some colour?" Casimir pointed to their heading, disregarding the boy's words.
"What for?" Julius furrowed his brows. The poster didn't need to look fancy, it just had to have the sufficient information assigned to the group, and they weren't girls.
"It's a bit boring, wouldn't you say?" Casimir replied after a moment, "We can fill up the empty spaces with images, maybe diagrams."
"Goodness." Lestrange pursed his lips together as he glared at the boy beside him.
"All done!" Alice, a Hufflepuff in their year handed the quill to Lestari with a polite smile, satisfied with her portion.
Lestari hummed as she began to write a paragraph on Wolfsbane, including its convenience and so on. The lesson ended with minimal bickering between the four, Alice smiling as she adored their potions poster.
"Do not forget to revise the pages we looked over today for your assessment tomorrow. You may pack up." Slughorn nodded, dismissing his class.
"Beery's play was authorised." Lestari huffed as she slung her bag over her shoulder, "Audition, Casimir."
