bubbles fizzed, popping and gurgling from past cauldron’s. you sat near the back, mostly where all the slytherin boy’s seemed to sit, chattering up a storm. laughing, and mocking came prior, your head seemed to spin.. a finger on your textbook trying to learn how to make PolyJuice,, a potion used for people to transform into others temporarily.

A small hand reached up holding your head, 2 fingers laid on your temple.. trying to breath through your headache.

Severus seemed to walk around the rows, unaware of your state. he’d just thought you were having a dramatic fit of un wanting to work.. though you weren’t.

“This isn’t a class to fool around, I’d expect this potion to be finished by the end of class which is in approximately, 10 minutes.”

The professor’s voice was thick,, his stern personality feared most but you weren’t really listening in general.. some of the boys whispered towards you, mocking snickers..

Your breath hitched, the noises were too much for you to handle, most didn’t know you’d had a lower level of autism, some knew from rumours.. though everyone thought you were faking because you weren’t, “acting” out.

“M-may I use the restroom?..”

Your voice cracked, as the noises seemed to burst. ears ringing in constant ache.. before professor snape could answer you’d just ran out of the classroom.. it was getting too much to the point you wanted to cry because you couldn’t breathe..