Magic is Might

Assistance Needed

The Headmaster ended up ordering lunch for them all since the professors had so many questions. The Golden Trio had skipped out after getting a detention for missing History of Magic from their head of house. Professor Mcgonagall had even tried giving her the same before Flitwick informed her that she had three optional classes since she had completed her O.W.L.s. The look the Deputy Headmistress leveled her made Pansy very uncomfortable, in fact all of the teachers other than Flitwick were studying her.

Not that Potter and his friends learned anything, what with Dumbledore clapping like a lunatic over her project and raving about keen minds and never abandoning a mystery or some rubbish. It may have sounded like he was praising her but it only validated Potter's new hobby of snooping around where he wasn't wanted. Granger had appealed her ban from The Hall and of course the deputy headmistress had approved even though she never chaperoned! So, the Gryffindor swat was now a regular and always trying to talk to her or Susan about rules and regulations that would help with their organization. Pansy just thanked whatever Gods were other there that Weasley avoided school work like the plaque and Potter either didn't have an interest or was just being a creep by using his cloak so she didn't have to see them in her sanctuary.

She officially hated Potter when news of her project spread throughout the school. Some of her classmates had heard versions where she was designing a dark ritual to steal magic or some such nonsense. Luckily, she had friends in every house and she was almost always in the Hall where students saw her working on The Apprentice. So, whatever rubbish Weasley was trying to pull was quickly squashed. If that wasn't enough she had to send out her notes to her family barrister and her account manager at Gringotts since she had families sending owls about investment opportunities. The next time the ginger opened his mouth, she was going to set her lawyers on his family. If gossip was to be believed, just about every pureblood family was garnishing Arthur Weasley's wages, she could get in on that.

"You're still mad about that?" Millie interrupted Pansy's glaring contest with Potter during breakfast the morning the visiting schools were scheduled to arrive.

Pansy had hoped the hyper for The Apprentice would die down, it wasn't a finished product. She had even designed and enchanted a ring for Lady Malfoy to get them off her back. Lucius was a shrewd businessman and there was no way in hell she would be signing anything they sent her. She had not realized how much the wizarding public would be in demand for Millie's birthday present. Apparently, a lot of people were awful at potions and her work was being hailed as a pocket potion master. Eventually, she had hoped it would be something similar but not anytime soon.

In fact, her prototype could recognize ingredients and even their reactions but she was having a hard time finding a way to program a finished potion. She had an idea of maybe using samples of potions and getting them set into marbles like the ingredients but keeping the potions fresh was a problem. Luckily, there were a few down on their luck foreign potion masters who had a hard time finding their feet in Britain she could contact.

"It's all his fault." She snarled, making the speckled git turn away from her.

"They'll say you're a dark witch if you keep glaring at him." Luna observed, looking completely unconcerned since there was pudding on the table.

"It doesn't help that they still follow her around." Sally turned around to glare harshly at the trio, her lips curling upward in a vicious snarl. "Granger actually tried to warn me away from you, saying that you were a blood supremacist! Apparently, she thought I was a muggleborn or something!"

"How did she not know you're a Smith?" Millie guffawed but Pansy was currently gripping the table in an iron grip.

"A blood supremacist?" She hissed, starting to rise from the bench when Luna grasped her arm tightly.