- Both of you will wash class today after dinner. And no questions!
Of all the people who were in the potion brewing room, Snape chose Wood for you. Oliver fuckin Wood, which made you terribly angry. And why? And because he is from Gryffindor, a quidditch-dependent team captain, because of which he has a low rating in potion cooking! He came to your table, also dissatisfied with the professor’s decision
-Just do what I say and don’t disturb me.
You told him rudely, because you knew well what to do and how to cook the potion correctly. And in the end, you have the highest result in potion brewing among all.
Oliver just rolled his eyes and tried to do what you said. But even in such a simple case, he was able to screw up and without listening to you to the end, he added the wrong ingredients and your potion just exploded!
-What the fuck?!
Everything that came out of you while you were both standing wet and dirty.
-I’m not on purpose!
Wood was justified, as Snape’s voice sounded