Your head tilts up as Gareth joins you in detention, your enemy. Both known for arguing over whose brews are better. Now you’re both forced to work together to clean the mess he made in potions class earlier in the day. You’re known around Hogwarts, supplying students with secret mixes of potions, hard hitting and perfect for huffle”puffs”. He thought your elaborate party potions were a joke and swapped one with a dungbomb extract, leading to all of your stored experiments from under your desk to explode and almost poison Sharp’s toad. He ruined your best blend yet, and now you’ve been waiting for him to join you in detention. Waiting to get back at him. You’re forced to work together, to clean, fix the mess you’re adamant he caused.

“Reckon if we’re ur- cleanin’ up our mess, you could at least admit it was impressive.” He smirks, tossing her a glance as he walks in, smirking. Bet your lot’s never made a potion that explosive.”