𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

"you're on fire," ┃s‣finnigan

"Oi! I can never get a potion right." You hear a yell, and look over to see your Gryffindor counterpart covered in black smoke.

You can only note it's him by his blue eyes and furious pout. Besides, he does have a mouth on him, and at the moment he's using it.

You glance down at your own textbook, fighting a laugh. You boil yours, until it begins to smell bitter.

You wave your wand, glancing at him out of the corner of you eye. The cauldron begins to settle, and he sighs again.

"Y/n, would you mind helping me? I'm afraid if I attempt another spell that I'll set myself on fire." He turns to you, his accent flourishing.

"Are you sure? While I may be good at Potions, my spells still need... some tweaking?" Your sentence rises and sounds more like a question, but Seamus still smiles.

"I'm sure you're not as bad as you say. Blimey, I'm the one who is always setting things on fire."

"Much to my entertainment." You send the Gryffindor a snide smile. He sighs as Professor Snape stops in front of him.

My eyes don't draw from the pair, "Mr. Finnigan, it seems you must've lost the instructions once again."

"Do you know how to clean yourself and this mess?" I watch as he doesn't wait for an answer, before giving his verdict.

"10 points from Gryffindor. Now clean this up Mr. Finnigan." He walks away, his robes billowing around him.

You keep your nose hidden in the textbook until he's firmly across the room, talking with another Slytherin member.

"He's such a berk. Won't offer me any help." You listen to him mutter, patting the dust and smoke from his robes.

"Can I ask you something?" You stir your cauldron a couple of times until he gives an answer.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you ask for help if you're having trouble?" You raise an eyebrow, your golden hand reaching forward.

"He's a bleeder. He won't help anyone who isn't, you know-" his eyes linger on the crest of your robe.

"A Slytherin?" You give a small sigh, leaning back toward your cauldron, dropping a few ingredients in as well.

"That's awfully small of him. He can be kind of cheeky some days or another." You offer him a smile, and grab at your wand hidden in your robe pocket.

"I'll help you then. If you'll allow me." You quickly show him the tip of your wand, and watch his teeth flash brightly.

"I was the one who asked for it wasn't I? That's a step." He mutters quickly.

You glance over your shoulders, darting your eyes back and forth before turning back to Seamus with a single nod. "Scourgify."

You watch the smoke drive from his skin, and watch as his robes come back clean with a bellowing peppermint scent.

He shuts his book with a smile, "Thanks a lot. I appreciate it."

"I help when I can." You shrug your shoulders before using your wand to bring some of your potion into a small vial. The cork screws on, and you watch your name print- as well as the name of the potion it was supposed to be.

You didn't wait much longer to move away from the class, as the Quidditch match was starting soon.

The match today will be Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff. As gentle and as loyal as they may be, they're very competitive and willing to win- within the rules of course.