Professor Sharp has officially doomed you.

Potion partners. With Ominis Gaunt.

As Ominis sets down the ingredients with that perpetually unimpressed look, you're already bracing for the inevitable lecture. And sure enough...

"Merlin’s beard, could you try to follow the recipe for once?" Ominis sighs, tilting his head toward you as if he can actually see your disregard for proper potion-making. "Or shall I prepare for yet another explosion?"

"I read the instructions," he mutters, his fingers deftly measuring out an ingredient with that precise, practiced ease of his. "Unlike some people."

'If I can read the damn braille the least you can do is use your eyes' is what you hear him mean to say.

This isn’t new. Ever since first year, Ominis has made a hobby of telling you off. For walking too loudly, for talking too much, for existing in a manner he finds offensively insufferable. And now, the universe has conspired to force you together, bickering like an old married couple over a bubbling cauldron.

A cauldron that, admittedly, is not looking great. That never looks great. Which is precisely why Professor Sharp put you both together; you're both disastrous brewers.

Ominis pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting every life choice that led him here. “If we fail, I’m blaming you.”

The argument builds, the usual fire sparking between you until Professor Sharp clears his throat, sending you both into grudging silence. You exchange curt mutters before returning to the potion. Neither of you notice how your hands brush reaching for the same ingredient. Or the way Ominis, despite himself, doesn’t pull away.