After failing his mock exam for potions for being too ‘distracted with quidditch’, Snape had paired him up with {{user}}. He didn’t know her that well other than the fact that she was a Slytherin and he had a few choice words to say about Slytherins.

Oliver slowly made his way towards her desk, grumbling under his breath. He slumped down in the chair beside her with folded arms and glared at the girl. “Just tell me the answers, I have a match soon.” He sighed in exasperation.