My Own Treachery

Chapter 7 | No, Mediocre Grades

A Note from the Author; I had some killer insomnia last night, and ended up writing this chapter along with another one, hope you like! This chapter ended up being a bit long, I just felt this chapter couldn't be broken up, you know? So I apologize! I hope you like anyways, my loves!

I was ten minutes late to my first class, Potions. Once I reached the closed door, I took a deep breathe, calming my nerves, I was fine, I have a note. Yeah, I'm cool, just walk in and hand it over I mentally prepped myself, quickly I opened the door, all eyes turned towards me. Bloody hell. Instinctively, I rolled my eyes. Seeing Professor Snape standing in front of someones desk.

"Ms.Ravenclaw, let's see how fame has inflicted you" the bat looking man, went on "What would I get if I added a powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"The Draught of Living Death, sir" I answered simply, not knowing why the bat of a man was using a degrading tone with me.

He then looked at the student whom he stood in front of, "Correct" His tone now changed from the disrespectful one from earlier. He then back up at me, "Now Ms.Ravenclaw where would I find a Bezoar?"

What's with these elementary questions? "it's a stone taken out of the stomach of a goat, the ingredient is used in more antidotes to cure most poisons" I answered, elaborating on the ingredient.

He blinked a few times, then looked at Potter, "It'd appear as if her fame hasn't unhindered her ability to know this basic knowledge, now Mr.Potter, tell me the difference between Monkswood and Wolfsbane?"

The puffy haired girl next to the Potter boy, whom I knew, her hand shot up, as she had the answer, "I don't know sir" The Potter boy replied, "But Hermione does, though, why don't you let her answer, seems a pity not to ask her, does it not?" He spoke in an as-a-matter-face tone. Causing a ripple of giggles in the room.

I let out a snort, how could he not have opened a book before coming to class, "Because you simpleton, these are basic questions, that should've been known to you before you entered the class room. If you bothered to open your text books" I went from that to answering the question Snape had "Now, Monkswood and Wolfsbane are the same thing, the ingredient also goes by the name Aconite. The ingredient is used in an advanced potion, known as the Wolfsbane potion; I doubt we will be learning about in this term or the next year, as the only wizards that can use them are those that have mastered potions." I took a breath then went on my little lecture, "as getting this Wolfsbane potion wrong would mean killing both the werewolf and the Potioneer that is using it to help."

Snape's face seemed to be caught off guard, even surprised, by my lecture, I doubt it happened often that he was left in this state, but he quickly recovered, "Well, why weren't you all copying this down." Quickly the class began writing. As the professor walked to his desk in the front of the room he spoke again" Five points from Gryffindor, for Potters cheek, and those five points will be given to Slytherin, for knowing the answers." He then looked at me, "You may take a seat Ms. Ravenclaw" He then walked to the front of the class, as I took an empty seat that I was closest to. Pulling out my quill and my textbook, I set both on the desk, crossing my arms over my chest as i listened to the lesson, and then the instructions for a potion that would cure boils. "... Now pair up" He commanded, watching as everyone scrambled to get partnered up, I didn't care to be working with a partner, not paying attention to whomever took the seat next on the opposite side of the cauldron, I flipped the book open to the lesson. Reading it quickly.

"Get the dried nettles, six snake fangs, four horned slugs, two porcupine quills." Looking up from my book, i looked down at the shelves in the front of the room, with labeled boxes of ingredients, "Also grab some Pungous Onions, Flobberworm mucus, shrake spines and a ginger root."