A Snake in the Gryphon's Den: A Riddle in Gryffindor {Completed}

Potion's Master

{{ Author's note: All rights reserved to those who wrote the scripts that may appear verbatim from either the book or movie- this is after all a fanfic and I claim to own nothing but Elizabeth and side characters and twists.}}

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few... Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Looking up from her seat beside Goyle, listened intently as Professor Snape spoke. Potions after all, was one of Elizabeth's favorite things to study - having already been introduced to the basics at a very young age felt quite confident in her own strength and knowledge. After all, growing up alone with naught but a library to entertain oneself, one could only just read, cast, and brew.

Elizabeth couldn't stop grinning at the fact that she smuggled her kitten successfully in her pocket, she was one of those carefree but studious students which made her and Hermione best friends really quickly. When their mentor's attention zoomed in to the other side of the room to that boy on the train being the target of his focus, Izzy became puzzled. She really didn't understand what the big fuss of it all was about. So what if Harry Potter had a fancy scar? She had many- and they were much more impressive to boot- not that she was proud of all of them though. With an annoyed sigh leaned her cheek against her propped up hand and scowled, "Seriously I don't get what's the big deal."

Goyle chuckled while Crabbe smirked.
"I absolutely agree, all the fuss is preposterous!" Draco snickered.

Laughing quietly, Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the question that the Potion's Master had asked Harry and with her free hand counted by use of her fingers, the answers to which she reiterated almost harmoniously, " ...Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons... Monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, also going by aconite."
Chuckling, Izzy replaced her smile with a neutral expression while she sat straight in her seat as Professor Snape threw a glare her way-thankfully he ignored the fact she was speaking at the same time. She was sure had it not been for Potter he probably would've taken away some house points for mimicking him.

"Why aren't you all.." The Potion's Master paused for effect. "TAKING NOTES!"

Chuckling, Elizabeth smiled at Hermione as she was told to put her arm down.

"Mew!"

A few more quiet giggles erupted at hearing the little peep, but other than that the class ended with a few reading exercises.

"Put your hand down silly girl!" Elizabeth joked in good nature, "You have to admit, it was pretty funny," she chuckled.

"Yea I guess so," giggled Hermione as they both headed out the doorway and lingered a little bit. "So you've done some light reading too," she smiled- happy to know she wasn't the only one reading ahead.

"You could say that," Elizabeth smiled. "Actually-" she was cut off when a girl shoved passed through angrily, making her drop her books. Standing there paused and frowned a bit, glaring at the girl's back. "What's her problem anyway.." Elizabeth muttered angrily. Eyes dropped down as Hermione stooped down to pick up her books.
" Oh nononono," pausing, Izzy helped her friend back up. "Please no
-it's all right!" She reassured with a smile. Pulling out her wand held it horizontally to the floor above the books and just as she was about to cast, a scream broke through the crowd.

"SHE'S CASTING A CURSE!!"

Then all at once panic filled the hallway as students pushed and shoved to clear the way and empty the space.

"Huh..?" Elizabeth was confused at the mess scrambled before her. "Who is casting a curse..?" She turned to face a glaring Hermione who retorted angrily, "Oh don't mind her! She's just jealous."

"Izzy you all right?" Draco cut in informally. Taking note of the books glared daggers at the girl standing next to his cousin. "Is she bothering you?"

Clenching her books, Hermione was about to snap a retort, only to have her eyes shoot to her friend who had called up her books from the floor.

"Accio text books." Elizabeth hugged her books snugly before turning to Draco, "No she wasn't-she actually was helping me out."

"Oh," the Slytherin held his look of disgust as his eyes sized the muggle born up. Taking Izzy's hand out of habit led her away.

"They act like a married couple.."

Hermione jumped at Ron's random comment. "I think it's quite sweet actually," she said still frowning at the boy who spirited away her friend.

"Hermione.. Are you all right..?" Harry cut in.

"I don't know.. Something.. Just doesn't sit right with me.." Turning to Harry, "This is all wrong." The witch then walked ahead pondering quietly to herself.

Ron just shrugged his shoulders and exchanged confused glances with Harry. And as their fellow Gryffindor left ahead he muttered, "Scary things.. Girls are.."