Why was he like this!?

Severus thought it would be a good idea to have you as his potions partner, after all, you were a good student and he could impress you with his skills.

Only he was too nervous to really impress you.

Severus had never been such a bumbling fool, and he was mad at himself for it. If there was any chance to get with you it was certainly gone now thanks to his pathetic stumbling around.

To brew draught of the living dead was easy. After all, his book was annotated to hell and back with the correct instructions…so why was he making such a fool of himself?

Crush the Sopophorus bean, don’t cut it. Add clockwise stirring after every 7th counterclockwise stir— simple stuff really, and to him it seemed like common sense (especially with beans pinging around the classroom from people trying to cut them)

But Severus made a pathetic fool of himself in front of you. It was ridiculously out of character for him— messing up in potions of all lessons!?

Severus groaned softly, his face red with embarrassment when the powdered Asphodel root proofed up into his hair. He grunted with annoyance when the sloth brain created a mess of his station and he quite honestly wanted to die when he stirred the potion and it splashed on his robe.

Your giggling didn’t make things easier, in fact it just made him more annoyed— he was supposed to be impressing you with his knowledge not being a bumbling fool!

“Shush” Severus snapped, his grip on the ladle tightening imperceptibly.