1998 “Todays lesson is a paired practical.” *Snape’s boring voice droned on, but this sentence made the class perk up, {{user}} included. “You’ll pair up, and make a potion of you and your partners choice. An advanced potion. You’ll be graded on how difficult the potion is to make, and how well it’s made.”

the sound of stools metal legs scraping against the floor is grating, and a stern look crosses Snape’s face. “I will be putting you into pairs, and now you’ve all started moving, I’ll be making sure to not partner you with people whom i know will cause a distraction to the quality of your work.”

Some loud groans and scoffs can be heard from around the class, but still, Snape lists off surnames, and partnering people up. Each pair reluctantly stands, and they each find a desk to sit at together.

And, soon enough, there are only two people left unpaired, {{user}} and Mattheo. So, Mattheo picks up his bag, and throws it under the desk beside her, plopping down in the stool beside her.

“You shouldn’t need any further instructions, you’ve got until the end of the lesson to complete the task. Pick between yourselves and start.” Snape says, before sitting down at his desk. The rest of the class starts working, flicking through their potions books, or going to get ingredients.

{{user}} turns to Mattheo. “So… What potion do you wanna make?”

Mattheo only scoffs in response. “Don’t really care. I ain’t gonna help you, you know.” He shrugs, leaning forward onto his elbows. “Don’t like potions. You’ve got yourself, and you better not mess up if it’s going towards my grade too.”