"YOU MAY BEGIN."
Nervous breaths the Gryffindors shuddered in the dungeon while the Slytherins couldn't help but let a smirk curl their lips, looking at the students dressed in scarlet with steely gazes filled with malice.
Emmalina could feel herself shift in her seat, feeling the heat of looks on her back, namely two boys - Theodore Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire. She glanced across from her, heat smothering her cheeks when both the boys threw her smirks.
Emmalina swallowed, her throat turning dry.
"Ignore them," Parvati muttered from beside her. "Both of them are insufferable."
Emmalina nodded at her, eyes now fixed on the instructions written in white on the chalkboards. Shuffles echoed around the dungeon of quills being kept back in their bags, fixing their cauldrons.
Emmalina followed, adjusting the heat under her cauldron with a simple spell taught by Professor Snape. She couldn't help but watch eagerly as the flames flared, turning a blue color as required, awe filling her.
Although she had been surrounded by magic in the walls of Hogwarts, she couldn't get over the sheer beauty and magic of it. A deep appreciation overtook her at the power she held in her fingertips, willing to do things no normal person could.
It made her feel special.
She read the first step again, mouthing the lines silently as she got to work. Add 2 drops of Lethe River Water, she repeated in her head, gently letting two drips of the translucent blue liquid ebb its way down her pewter cauldron.
A sigh left her lips, her heart hammering in her chest in nervousness. Professor Snape didn't excuse any mistakes in his classes, perhaps, only for the Slytherins he would. And Emmalina wasn't a Slytherin.
Parvati followed the instructions beside her almost on autopilot.
Hermione was eagerly focused on her potion, bushy hair in a messy bun with an intense enthusiasm that made the Slytherin exchange snickers she couldn't hear.
Immediately as all the students heated their cauldron, the chilly temperature slowly began to disappear, letting a warmth wash over the students.
Professor Snape swept his long robes behind him, walking around the classroom and making everyone jittery.
"Longbottom," Snape barked making all of the students jump. Gryffindors shared a look of horror, realising that it was the daily dose of bullying that Snape would subject on Neville, for no particular reason at all. Maybe for the fact that he was a Gryffindor. Or maybe because of the extraordinary amount of accidents the boy could manage to have.
Neville paled, cowering down in his seat like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
A sympathetic frown tugged on Emmalina's lips, her eyes fixed on Neville's frame that silently shook with restrained shivers.
"If you care to move your eyeballs, I'm sure you would have noticed the instructions on the board?" Snape sneered.
Neville's wide panicked eyes made their way to the blackboard.
"Read to the class Longbottom, what the first line of instructions says."
"I- A-add two drops of Letha-"
"Lethe." Snape interrupted, correcting Neville while folding his arms over his chest.
"Lethe River Water." Neville finished, flinching at the look of utter boredom on Snape's face.
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𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥; 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯
Fanfic"CAUSE YOU AND I, WE WERE BORN TO DIE." Magic and Mystery. Subjects that to Emmalina only existed in books. A mysterious letter wi...
