The smell of burning wafts from the other side of the classroom.
"Secen!" Bellows Professor Snape as he stalks over to the cauldron that is alight. "Watch your potion!"
Secen then realises what happened a makes haste to grab his wand. However, Professor Snape extinguishes the flames before Secen even manages to remember the incantation.
I must let out a slight snigger because Secen grumbles, "Laugh all you want. Fucking Riddles. No consequences."
Knowing not to bite the bait, I hold my tongue.
I work another half hour and complete the at hand task. "Professor Snape."
"What is it, Tom?"
"I have completed my task."
"Hmm, let me see." Snape walks over to my station and inspects my work like it is a directed specimen. "Very well then, you may pack up."
"Thank you, sir."
Gathering my work supplies, I sneak a glance at Secen. He notices me and glowers. I return him with a smirk and the mouthed words, Good Luck.
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The Weasel's Riddle
FantasyEleria Weasley joins Hogwarts in her Fifth Year instead of her First. For five years Eleria fought a sickness that should have killed her, but instead she won over it. When she arrives at Hogwarts, she is sorted into Slytherin unlike all of her fami...
