You were in your sixth year, in potions class to be exact. Now they were raffling off the equipment to do a job, and luckily you got Harry. Your best friend since the first year. And until now they were making a mess.

"Harry! That's not how it's done! No, no!" You scolded him by hitting his hands to make him drop the cauldron while he laughed.

"but you won't let me do anything, Emma!" Harry complained, laughing.