Potions has never been on the list of subjects you weren’t good at, in fact, you’ve always even quite enjoyed it. If it wasn’t for your natural talent at it, it would probably be otherwise.

Always excelling at the subject and being attentive during lessons have had that one benefit that mostly only Slytherins could earn; being in Snape’s good books — more or so.

But today’s lesson might have had an impact on your reputation, and on his opinion about you as a student — and hearing you talk back, maybe even as a person in general.

But what exactly happened? You were working on the potion brewing in your cauldron with a rather interesting aroma and a blue-ish shade when you accidentally lost track of the number of drops of dragon blood and accidentally almost caused an explosion.

Almost, because the professor has been right next to your desk, on his route back to his own from helping a Hufflepuff when you were about to make this fatal, careless mistake.

“I think I have said 30 drops of dragon blood, Miss y/l/n,” he says in a monotonous, cold yet frustrated tone, loud enough for the whole classroom to hear as he lifts the vial from your hand by using his wand, levitating it into his own. “One drop less and the potion is useless, one drop more and it explodes.”

He then makes his way back to the teacher’s desk and turns to the class. “Learn from Miss y/l/n’s mistake and pay attention to your assignment instead of admiring Mr Nott.”

Your cheeks catch fire as your blood boils, and your fists tighten at his mean remark at how you got distracted by your classmate and you can already feel you can’t stop your tongue and the disrespectful words of your reply from rolling off of it all-too easily.