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Chapter Fifty Eight

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It wasn't long after, maybe three weeks or so to Christmas, that the group entered the Potions classroom. Like many, many lessons before that, the classroom smelt damp even if the new one was not in the dungeons. All cauldrons polished and cleaned by the House elves (thank god Hermione dropped her S.P.E.W campaign so early), scrubbed to perfection there were white glints from the smallest specs of light that peep through the door as it flickers due to people walking in and out. So full of shine, the insides and outs acted like mirrors, which the many vein used as such. Lined along the wooden, antiquated shelves, potions old, new, out-dated, recently made, potions in bottles all shapes and sizes filled with different volumes of liquids.

Wondering in, Blaise stopped in his tracks and his books would have clattered to the floor with a sharp bang if he were holding them. A woman in red heels that made her appear only an inch taller but she towered over most people without them, a height of six foot one. The woman of light chocolate skin wore a long, dark emerald green dress with buttons down it like a shirt. Around her neck was a wide leaf coloured scarf made of the thinnest but finest silk the world could buy brought with her own riches. Her eyes were dark brown, but her almost neon hair contrasted it to a point maybe she was a metamorphmagus.

The whitest curls were all to one side, cut so none of it dropped to her face. At the left side of her head, it was platted until it merged with the perm-style curls all lying in the perfect layers she most likely spelled them to be. In her hands, curled in her long fingers, was a potions books Blaise had only ever seen Draco and Hermione read (meaning it was too advanced for anyone in this school, possibly the professors who weren't potion genius'). Octavia Zabini.

"Honestly Blaise, you can't just stop in the doorway to the lesson." Complained Hermione nudging Blaise's frozen body out of the way. Looking up, Hermione frozen a pace ahead of Blaise ignoring the babble in the doorway.

"Why did they both stop?" Asked Pansy to Draco because, he would be able to see over them.

"This is not fair." Commented Harry, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing at his small male height of five foot six. Draco wasn't paying attention, but Pansy patted Harry on the head like he was a dog. Looking over the top, Draco froze in place much like Blaise did, "It's a new teacher, that's all."

Pansy barged her way in as well to see this new teacher. The person to her wasn't new however. She had seen Octavia Zabini many times that a box of hair colour and a new style wouldn't convince her any different.

Appearing from around the corner, Slughorn motioned for them all to come in. "Come in, come in, don't just linger in the doorway Mister Zambini!" Slughorn smiled at them all like usual.

Feeling the need to, Hermione stuck her hand in the air waiting until Slughorn's pointed at her, "Professor Slughorn, erm- who else is with you today?"