Among The Great Fight [ON HOLD]

Chapter Six- The Letter

A week has pass since the first day of classes. Hermione, like promised, helps me after class with the little magic practices. While Harry, Ron, Mackenzie and I just hang out laughing about stuff that has happened to us that previous day. Draco keeps taunting me and his little minions stand behind him with their arms folded, backs lean back, and head tilted to the side as they stand as back up. They run their little mouths as if they are getting paid as Draco snickers. Ryan on the other hand, hasn't been talking to me. I still consider him as a friend because he just chooses not to hang around me while Mackenzie's around me. Which is acceptable and I totally get why.

I wait here in class tapping my finger against the wooden desk. Mackenzie is right next to me talking to a girl named Annabelle who is in Ravenclaw. We had just finished our assignment in Potions and Professor Snape went out of the classroom for something.

Potions class was by far the most difficult. I swear Professor Snape has it out for me ever sense he saw me talking to Harry. I was late one day by ten seconds and I had already lost 20 house points. It is obvious that he does not dislike Harry, in fact he hates him.

Professor Snape has a long stern face and long parted black hair that goes down to his shoulders. His eyes are cold and empty and the shade of the night's sky.

I remember the first day of class when he walks in and starts by calling out our names from the piece of paper that was in his hands. Then he starts talking about the class and what he expects from us.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he begins to speak, but his voice is just above a whisper. "As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Silence fell upon us as he follows on with his speech. I exchange looks with Mackenzie as she exchange looks with the rest of the class. "Great", I thought in my head, "This is going to be a fun class." 

 "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He asks suddenly. I see Mackenzie smirk as she raises her hand. "This is an easy one." She whispers to me, but to our surprise Snape ignores her hand and calls on me. "Griswold" he says. I remember my hands cramping up and feeling like the room was on fire. Did he really ignore Mackenzie's hand? "Any time now." He says impatiently. I gulp closing my heads and zooming into my thoughts. Think Eliza, think. You've read a couple chapters already, so think! I ramble through my head trying to look for the possible right answer well also causing a headache along the way...Bingo.

I reopen my heads and look at him with my head tilt to the side. "Isn't it used to make a sleeping potion?" I ask as I try to hide my face with my sleeve. "You either know this or you don't. What is it!" He snaps sternly. I look at him again, but this time I look him dead in the eyes. I can feel the tension of the other students around me and it causes me to feel butterflies, but not in the good way. "It's a sleeping potion." I say more confidently as I look over towards Mackenzie who was nodding her head just slightly. 

He nods In agreement but he doesn't look pleased with himself. Instead he keeps shooting me questions making everyone in the room to stare at me. "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" I look up at the ceiling as I try to think of the possible answer. My head is blank like someone has turned off the light bulb that was on top of my head. "I don't know." I say fiddling my fingers with my hand. By now Mackenzie put her hand down. It is obvious that Snape wasn't going to be calling her any time soon.

He walks back and forth with his hands folded to his back. "Let's try again." he says as his shoes make a discreet sound like someone tapping on a wooden door. "What's the difference between monkshoods and wolfsbane?"