American Amongst the Brits (Harry Potter)

Chapter 7

Readers POV

"Then why do I feel like it happens often?" I asked.

" I am unsure. However, I think it is time to get you to class. I think you still have time to catch the tail end of your first period." Professor Lupin said.

"Do I have to go?" I asked him.

"Yes, I am afraid so." Lupin said and Sirius laughed.

Both the men walked me to my first period and gave the excuse that they needed me and apologized. I am grateful that they stuck up for me today and gave me an excuse as to why I missed this lesson. I hope it wasn't horribly important. In every class I felt myself getting harder and harder on myself. I did not want to be in a classroom anymore. At lunch I kept my head down and didn't sit with anyone. I didn't look over to the Professor's tables. I have avoided talking to Draco all day and I don't think he has noticed, which is both nice and annoying. I really shouldn't be here. I finally made it to the last class of the day, and it was Potions. Apparently, Snape taught two classes. The is annoying. I sleep across the hall from the man and he is almost anywhere I look and that includes my dreams. He is haunting me. I can't escape him. I sat towards the back of the class away from him and hopefully in a dark enough corner that he wouldn't notice me.
No one else has noticed me so I don't think it will be a big enough issue. I don't think he is even going to address me. I wouldn't. I would act like I wasn't here just like most of the students. I am just the dumb American that ended up here.

"Ms. Y/l/n, what is the consequence of having too many ingredients for Draught of Peace?" Snape asked and caught me off guard. Son of a bitch.

"If there are too many ingredients whoever drinks the potion can fall into a deep sleep and sometimes that is irreversible." I mumbled.

"Speak up." He said.

"I said, if there is too many ingredients then whoever drinks it can fall into a deep sleep and that is sometimes irreversible." I said and rolled my eyes. What is wrong with me?

"What is the purpose of the potion?" Snape asked. He kept his voice monotone.

"It is to relieve anxiety and agitation." I said loud and clear so he didn't ask me to repeat myself.

"In other words when someone has thoughts about people not liking them and it is in their own head is this something the person should have?" He questioned. Is he talking to me again? Why does it seem like he is picking on me.

"Ms. Y/l/n?" Snape said. He is asking me again. I wish he would leave me alone right now.

"Yes, I suppose." I said and looked down at my hands.

"What is the Girding potion?" He said making his way towards the row of table I was sitting at.

"I believe it is to help with endurance." I said. Please leave me alone.

"Why would someone take it?" He asked.

"I said it helps with endurance." I repeated.

"Examples Ms. Y/l/n." He glared at me.

"I uh-" I started to try and gather my thoughts but heard him scoff.

"Very well." He said and turned his back to me.

"Running, swimming, sex as endurance can also mean stamina to some. Thats to name a few." I said and again peered down at my hands.

"Okay." He said and the rest of the students looked at me and giggled to themselves. Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at me and smiled.