Smile - Book One of the RP Saga

Quiditch Tryouts ( 12 )

"Instructions for the potion is on the board. Now make it and at the end of lesson I will collect a vial of your potion. You have one hour." Snape demanding before shuffling through papers.

"Uh, Professor?" Draco smirked raising his hand. Rachel glanced at him cautiously. Snape sat up, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the Slytherin. "I can't cut up my ingredients, my arm you see?" Draco complained, pointing to his arm.

"Lupin, cut up his ingredients." Came Snape's reply, putting his head back down.

"Oh, for the love of Merlin." Rachel grumbled, glaring at Draco. He simply smirked back at her.

"Why, thank you, Lupin, how considerate!" 

"Shut up and give those bloody roots here." Rachel growled snatching the ingredients and throwing it onto the board. She cut them up roughly and handed them back to him. The instructions stated the roots needed to be cut up in equal parts, these ones were clearly not. She began to cut hers up neater and more uniformed.

"Professor, Lupin didn't cut them up properly." Draco sniggered.

"Swap roots, Lupin."

"But-" She dropped her knife down in frustration.

"No 'buts', Miss Lupin, hand them over." Snape aggressively shouted.

"No need to call me 'Miss'." Rachel muttered under my breath. "Here take them, you lazy git." She handed over her more evenly cut roots to Draco.

"Why, thank you. There, wasn't that bad now was it?" Draco teased.

"Shut up."

The lesson continued on, with Rachel watching Draco make the potion very efficiently. It was clear how talented he was at potions and despite his school-bully character, he was incredibly smart. It made Rachel envious. She could never get to grips with potions properly, she was incredibly average. Draco's potion had turned a dark green, bubbling gently. Rachel's was a rather violent red.

Rachel read the instructions again and again and again, frantically checking what she had done wrong. But it didn't matter, it just seemed to make it worse. She eventually gave up and leant back in her seat waiting for the final minutes to pass, occasionally hissing at Draco when he'd make a comment.

"Vials of potion to the front, now." Snape called out to the class, waking the odd student who had been brave enough to sleep at the back of the class.

Rachel grabbed a vial and scooped her potion into it before placing a stopper on it. Draco cleared his throat next to her, gesturing towards his potion.

"Do it your self." She growled, Draco began to raise his hand. "For the love of Merlin." Rachel hissed, grabbing a vial and collecting potion, putting a stopper on it and walking to the front of the class. 

"Lupin. What is this?" Snape questioned, glancing at her 'potion'. He held it between his fingers gingerly as if it was poison.

"I... I don't know." Rachel replied shrugging my shoulders. "I honestly do not know."

The professor looked at her and sighed, ushering her back to her seat. Rachel packed her stuff away and slung her bag on her shoulder, ready to go. Soon the class was dismissed and Rachel hurried out of the classroom to meet her friends. They looked exhausted. 

"Bloody hell, thank God that's over. Don't think I could have spent much longer working with Goyle, I don't think I could have coped." Harry puffed.

"At least you weren't working with Draco." Rachel complained.

"No, Rachel, rule number one. It's not Draco, it's Malfoy. The git doesn't deserve to be called by his first name." Ron quite harshly stated, his hands waving about dramatically.