When Severus entered the potions class and took his seat, he stared at the wall dejectedly. There was a monotonous noise of writing pens in the classroom, the professor's quiet voice, which lulled in its own way.

Moving on to the practical part of the task, the professor divided the students into pairs, which of course Severus was not enthusiastic about.

The young man silently took the cauldron, and without turning around threw a phrase to his partner.

"Don't think I'm going to help."