𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌. ㅡ OC ONE SHOTS

i. violett ㅡ sev & rosalind

"HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER."

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"But Professor, I'm fine at Potions! I don't need tutoring, and certainly not from him."

"I don't want to tutor you either, and I don't know what world you're living in to think that this," snarled Severus, waving a hand over a phial containing black sludge marked with the name C.R. TONKS with an expression of disdain, "is 'fine'."

The girl's eyes flashed red. "Now listen here, you nincompㅡ"

"Clearly you added the porcupine needles after instead of before the sloth brain mucus, and by the looks of things the wrong amount too. Two, maybe three more than necessary."

The Gryffindor, though originally peeved at being insulted and then interrupted, silently looked at the seventh year Slytherin next to her in mild surprise. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Two more, actually," she admitted slowly.

Horace smiled, eyes almost twinkling. "Now, now, children! I understand the excitement of pulling apart a potion, but the two of you can discuss this during your tutoring sessions at a later timeㅡ"

"I'm not doing it!" The two immediately pinned each other with glares once they realised they'd spoken at the same time.

"Severus, I will not have this from you," said Horace sternly. "You're one of my top students ㅡ dare I say, the best in Slytherin ㅡ and your N.E.W.T.s are fast approaching. It would be ideal for you to put your knowledge to the test by helping out those who need it."

Severus clenched his jaw and looked away, not answering.

"And Coralineㅡ"

"Rosalind."

"Rosalind," corrected Horace with an amiable smile, seemingly uncaring about the withering glare the Gryffindor was sending his way, with devil-red eyes to match her fury. "While I understand that you may be adequate at Potions, the level you are performing at now will not be enough to continue the subject at N.E.W.T. level. It is my understanding that you wish to become a Healer, yes?"

Rosalind's eyes flickered back to brown at the statement, and she visibly deflated. "Yes," she mumbled, averting her eyes.

"Clearly, this arrangement is the perfect match, is it not?" Horace was delighted when he saw his two students nod begrudgingly, once more in synchronisation. He clapped his hands together, making Rosalind jump in surprise at the sound. "Then it's settled! I will leave the arrangement of when these sessions take place to the two of you. I expect to hear back by next week, so that I may have a classroom arranged for you."

Both Rosalind and Severus knew that this was the Potions Professor's way of saying that they can't back out, and making sure that they left the room with a schedule in mind if nothing else. They eyed each other disdainfully, and nodded once more.

Horace smiled widely, and flapped his hands. "Now, off you pop. I have fifth year potions to grade and assess, and I won't have you loitering about inside on such a lovely day."

Lovely day my arse, thought Rosalind as she mumbled a goodbye, it's raining bloody cats out there.

Meanwhile, Severus turned on his heel and left without a word. She rolled her eyes and jogged to catch up to him; she wasn't just going to let the boy leave without arranging a time for them to meet ㅡ and certainly not without getting an explanation for his comment about her potion.

"Stop following me," he snapped, shooting a glare over his hooked-nose.

Rosalind scoffed. "Please, I have no interest in "following" you. I'm just trying to do what Slughorn asked," she retorted, before skidding to a stop in front of him, forcing Severus to come to an abrupt halt. She squared her shoulders back and looked him in the eyes, trying to channel her inner Queen Bitch. "I'm free on Wednesday's, Friday's, and Sunday's. Which day should I tell Slughorn to keep aside for us?"