Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Third Year: Detention

Bambi soon learned that some classes were better than others, namely, everything other than Potions. Sure, transfiguration, taught by Professor McGonagall was a bit of a stressful class, her stern gaze was nothing to the scowls of Snape's. History of Magic was a dull subject, taught by a dull ghost, Professor Binns, who would ramble on the whole class period while everyone practically fell asleep.

Bambi was no exception, she knew her history well due to the amount of books she was forced to read when there were no other things to do growing up.

Fred and George would attempt to toss crunched-up parchment through Professor Binn's back while he was turned to the chalkboard, which seemed to be some sort of entertainment to watch for the class.

Despite the fun she had, as the day went on, Bambi found herself dreading that evening when she knew she would have to go back down to the cold clammy dungeons for her detention. She considered, several times, talking to McGonagall, or Dumbledore, perhaps, simply explain what had happened... but, she wasn't the sort of person to go complain like that. She was going to go to this detention, and she was going to make Snape wish he never gave her detention to start with.

Try as she could to make the time slow to enjoy Hogwarts, Bambi found that time kept going anyway. It was the free period before dinner, the hour normally reserved for studying or socializing, but Bambi found herself walking down the winding stone steps instead of taking up Angelina and Alicia's previous offer of going out to the Quidditch field to fly around.

Bambi, after lunch, made sure to remove the remaining flowers from her robes, not wanting Snape or any other Professor to take away any more house points from Gryffindor.

"Miss Hargroves," His slimy voice said as Bambi approached the Potion's classroom.

Bambi tightened her jaw, making sure no curse words that could get her into deeper trouble could slip out. She, as politely as she could, nodded at him, flames still burning behind her hazel eyes.

Snape stood by his desk, eyeing her. On top of one of the desks closest to his, was an ink pot, a quill, and a two-foot-long piece of parchment.

"Today, you will be beginning and finishing your missing assignment." His black eyes seemed somewhat amused, "You are not permitted to leave your seat until that parchment is completed."

"But Professor-" Bambi began. The only thing she knew about the Shrinking Solution was the ingredients used to make it.

"When you are finished," He cut her off, "Leave it on my desk with the others." He smiled nastily.

Bambi clamped her jaw shut again, plopping herself heavily onto her seat. She grabbed the quill, tapping it absentmindedly on the paper as she glared upward at Snape, who was now looking over the other student's essays, marking quite a few with a strike of red ink.

"This is going to take ages!" Bambi clenched the quill in her hand. "What the heck am I supposed to write to fill out a whole two feet of parchment??"

Dipping the quill in the ink, she signed her name and labeled the top of the essay.

Shrinking Solutions: Essay by Bambi Hargroves

In her most neatly beautiful cursive, she wrote below,

The Shrinking Solution is a Potion that shrinks things, I assume per the name. I wouldn't know, considering I wasn't here to learn all the delightfully insightful, I bet, things you had to teach about this Potion.

She then went on to list the ingredients, knowing that she had to at least have some accurate information,

Then, once you add your perfectly symmetrical sliced caterpillars, that part is important for some reason, turn up the heat, but not too much, because then it will turn all weird and the wrong green color. It is sort of the green that your vomit turns when you've eaten too many Pumpkin Pasties, but, let's not dwell too long on the questionable reasons why I know more about the color of vomit than I do about this Potion.