Seven Years of Magic (Pottertalia) (Year one)

Chapter 7

Camille's POV:
I notice the look Snape is giving Michelle, who isn't paying attention in favor of talking to Hercules and Feliciano.

He's watching her, and I can see a plan boiling in his Death Eater mind.

I don't trust him, no matter what Dumbledore says on the matter.

"Quiet down." We do, especially Feliciano, who stops talking mid-sentence. Snape smirks at this.

"I heard from someone that you will be quite the potion brewer Michelle," he says, making Michelle nod happily. "That's my plan sir, so far I'm enjoying potions," she tells him, I watch her nervously, hoping she doesn't say the wrong thing.

"Then I'm sure you'll know the answer the these easy questions." She freezes up, but nods anyways with a smile.

"Tell me what will I get if I add Powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Michelle thinks for a moment, then smiles again. "The answer is that they make sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death."

I smirk at Snape's expression, which showed he didn't think she would actually get it correct.

"Where would you look if I tell you to find me a Bezoar?" Michelle answers automatically. "A Bezoar is a stone, taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from the most poisons." Snape frowns.

"Okay, final question, what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" This one makes her think for a while longer than the first, but finally she takes a guess. "They are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite, that's correct right professor?"

Snape sneers, nodding, which makes Michelle smile.

"Maybe Matthew was correct...today we will be making a cures for boils potion." He starts to write directions on the board, Michelle smiling at Feliciano, who returns it.

We began the potion, each making our own.

I'm the one that's finished first, pouring the potion into the tube provided. My father, a genius in potions, bought all my ingredients himself, as he said the ones at school are dirty.

I walk up to Snape, who is currently staring down poor Berwald's potion, with confidence, not scared of the dungeon bat.

"Here you go Professor," I tell him, and he takes it, thanking me and placing it in the holder on his desk after labeling it as mine.

I narrow my eyes at his more or less politeness towards me.

My mother taught me Legilimency at a young age, so I use it on Snape when he looks towards me.

'A perfect potion, let's see how the 'amazing potion brewer does', she may be able to answer the questions, but can she actually-'

He frowns at me, walking over. I stop, frowning back. "Ms. Laurent, please follow me."

We walk outside the class, everyone watching with worried eyes.

"Who taught you Legilimency? And why did you do it on me?" He asks me, I smooth out my skirt, looking back up when I finish. "You were being quite rude to my friend, so I decided to see what you were saying about her." I don't add 'sir' on purpose.