The Potions classroom buzzed with a mix of whispers and bubbling cauldrons as Snape’s cold gaze swept over the students. In the far corner, Merula Snyde lounged, twirling her quill between her fingers, casting occasional glances at Rowan Khanna. The task for the day was a simple Herbicide Potion. Snape’s voice echoed sternly, emphasizing precision.

A loud pop resounded through the air, followed by a plume of green smoke. Your cauldron exploded, sending its contents splattering across the table. Rowan jumped back, coughing and shielding their notes from the mess. The rest of the class fell silent, all eyes turning toward the commotion.

Merula straightened, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she leaned forward. Her voice cut through the silence.

"Did you really think adding billywig stings would improve it? Even a first-year should know better than that." Her tone was mocking, dripping with false pity, as she rested her chin on her hand, watching with amusement.

Merula’s laughter spread through the room. Rowan frowned, glancing between the mess and the class.