(Edit 6/23/25: I realize that the whole 'rolling between his knuckles' doesn't make entirely too much sense. I gave it a slight tweak, sorry!)

It was currently the earlier half of the evening, Fred and yourself now attending potions class.

Viles of substances, goggles and gloves, etc. However, it was a boring day of notes. Fred's least favorite day despite his knowledge on the topic.

Fred sat just across a row of desks away from where you sat, maybe a few 4 seats.

Fred had been rolling a tiny ball of paper against his knuckles for a good 5 minutes or so, Impatiently waiting for snape to turn away to give him the opportunity to toss it at you.