3| potions partners
The events from lunch had been the topic of conversation all around. Her last class was, thankfully, Potions—a subject she felt extremely comfortable in with her Head of House, Professor Snape, teaching it. Unfortunately, it came right after lunch undoubtedly being filled with talk of what happened between Draco and Moody. It came as a surprise to see Snape already in the classroom, sizing up his students in distaste. Thomas had a grip on the sleeve of Amara's cloak, already pulling her to a row of desks, when Snape cut all the students off from their actions.
"To the lab tables," he spoke clearly, taking large strides to the other section of the room, "Four to table, only one from each House."
The pair shared a quizzical look at the demand. "Now," Snape spoke harshly into the ear of three Gryffindor girls as they chatted. With a sigh, she turned away from Thomas in search of an empty spot to sit in.
"It was so funny!" She could hear as she approached a table, "He just went flying. Merlin how embarrassing would that be, on the first day of classes the new teacher embarrasses you in front of almost the whole student body." She slid into the empty seat, eyebrow quirked in annoyance.
"Moody is such a funny lad, the look on Draco's face—" the Ravenclaw boy stopped himself, eyes widened at the sight of Amara in front of him. It was well known Amara was a friend of Draco's, if anything the younger boy made it known by the way he'd run to her whenever something happened to him like she was his mother or older sister.
"Please continue," Amara sighed, looking to the boy, William Baron, with an unamused expression. William and the Gryffindor girl, Lennon Oakley, sent each other a look of worry.
"Is this seat taken?"
Amara hadn't bothered looking up from the pair, only scooting her textbooks to her side of the table. William cleared his throat, flashing a smile, "Cedric! It was horrific the way Draco was thrown around, wasn't it?"
A small chuckle left the boy's lips, Amara's annoyance growing. She understood Draco wasn't the best person. He was mean and treated others poorly, and she understood why people would feel a certain way about him. It was probably her protective side peaking out, but all of this talk happening wasn't funny. If it was any other student, she highly doubted she'd find it comical even then. He could have seriously been hurt, and it was unbelievably inappropriate for Moody to do such a thing to a student, no older than fourteen at that.
Snape came around each table, making sure they followed orders. He sent Amara a knowing look, continuing on to the next. Professor Snape was a close friend of her father's, they had partaken in similar things, one being previous known Death Eaters, and others. He was such a friend that he'd be present for their holiday's and large banquets and Balls. Plus, every year Snape recieved a letter from Arwin Rosier that started with the same:
"Dear friend Severus,
This year for Potions, I ask that I receive a weekly report on Amara's behavior and grades during your class—-"
Ever year.
"Your partner will be the person next to you," Snape went on to say, "You will work with them today to perfect a Draught of Living Death potion for your assignment in class today. You may gather your ingredients and begin. First group to get it done will receive five points to their respected Houses, and once everyone is complete you made be excused for the remainder of the class."
It was different for Snape to offer an assignment like this. It could possibly be because it was the start of the year, or he was also on short time in preparations for the tournament that would soon start.
