𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Harry Potter x ASOIAF

4 - Boggart

It was later in the week on Thursday that Y/n finally had her first positions class. She had heard rumors about the professor and the way he was. Some kids say he's strict and doesn't tolerate even one mistake and would chop off your hand at any given chance. Others say he's a saint behind closed doors. Whatever it was Ana had told her not to stress, they had that class together so, it couldn't be that bad.

The class was father into the dungeons at the school with its dimly lit hallways, she didn't know how the Slytherins managed their way through there. The stone walls never reflected any light from the torches lit up around them. Though, for some part, it was comforting like she had grown up in a castle herself.

She made it on time for class, only half of the room was filled with students, and found Ana lingering around the back behind a table. "Well, welcome to potions class." Ana seemed happy that Y/n was here and smiled. "Not sure if I'm glad to be here or not," Y/n responded sarcastically. "Hey, Professor Snape only targets Gryffindors that like to speak out on him. If you just linger in the background you should be fine!" Ana tried her best to make sure Y/n was comfortable around Hogwarts, it made Y/n feel more accepted here.

She sighed and looked around the room. It had glass bottles filled with different things lined up against the wall on shelves. Some bottles were solid, liquid, filled to the rim, or almost empty. The room lay with square tables spread apart, but the room extended outwards a bit into a round dome on the ceiling. There was only one window though, behind the professor's desk that cast a green light with the tinted windows.

Snape clapped his hands to settle everyone down as the room got full. You could tell by the way he stood he thought high of himself, dressed in all back. Even his hair was black and reached just a bit past his chin. "Today you will be making a shrinking solution." His voice was monotonous and dull and expressed no emotion. "You will find the directions on page 34." Snape then turned around dramatically and headed to his desk.

That confused Y/n. She was expecting an introduction and more helpful advice. "Is that it?" She asked Ana carefully next to her. Ana shrugged her shoulders, "That's what he usually does." And opened her book to the correct page.

Draco didn't show up until halfway through class with a sling around his arm, staggering his way into the room like he broke his leg as well. The same girl that was crying during Care of Magical Creatures simpered, "How is it, Draco? Does it hurt?" Malfoy took this chance to act like a hero as he winked at his other friends when the girl wasn't looking, "Yeah."

"Settle down, settle down." Said Professor Snape, that might have been the only other thing he said all class period. Malfoy set his cauldron next to Harry and a redhead she noticed, "Sir," The Slytherin called out to Snape. "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm!" Y/n knew the game he was playing at. Though, it wasn't her business and didn't care all that much but listened in on their conversation since it was the only other thing going on.

"Weasley cut up Malfoy's roots for him." Snape didn't look up from behind his desk. The red-haired kid, who must've been Weasley, went red. "Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots." Overhearing the conversation, Y/n looked up from the cauldron and turned her head towards Ana who seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Professor!" Malfoy never seemed to shut up, did he? "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir!"

That's when Snape took his time to walk over to their table and look down at the roots they were cutting up over there. "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley!" He announced. "But, sir-" "Now!" That conversation between them went on a bit longer. The bickering eventually comes to an end sooner or later. Ana shook her head as she stared down to stir the cauldron. "You know, I was thinking..." Y/n made a hmm sound to show that she was listening.