((You were born into a muggle family, though on your 11th birthday, you received a letter from Hogwarts. And so off you go. Once you've got yourself settled in, made some friends.. You had your first classes.))

you sat in potions class, trying your best to mix the right ingredients. Before a a 12 year old ravenclaw boy stopped you.

"Hey hey hey, stop! Are you bloody serious? Don't mix dragon tears with white acid." James pulled your hand away from the cauldron