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❀ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ ❀

❤︎𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀❤︎

Three days hence, the Yuletide respite awaits, poised to relieve the burden of ten N.E.W.T. disciplines that now press upon my shoulders. With a weary groan, I shoulder my satchel and traverse the corridors, until I arrive at the hallowed sanctuary of Gryffindor's common room, wherein a parchment of import awaits my gaze. Frowning, my eyes trace the lines etched upon the notice board, revealing the unsettling prospect of a Potions lesson shared with the Ravenclaws. A vexation takes hold as I make my way to the chambers of Arthinantik. Yet, ere I cross the threshold of knowledge, a hurried Daphne hastens toward me.

„Saliah. Fortuitous it is that I intercept you. Pray, enlighten me as to the enigma that enshrouds this potion alteration."

Regretfully, I shake my head, bearing no answer, but pledge to seek elucidation from the headmistress during our midday repast. Gratefully, the Slytherin bids me farewell, hastening back to Transfiguration, lest tardiness besmirch her attendance. As promised, once my sojourn with Professor Flitwick concludes, I embark upon the pilgrimage to the seventh floor, wherein the eminent Minerva awaits. Gently ushered into the sacred chamber, I behold the grandeur of the round room.

"Greetings, Minerva. I beseech thee to reveal the rationale behind this convergence with the Ravenclaws in the realm of potions."

"Good eve, Miss Sinclair. I shall sate your curiosity. I did beseech this arrangement."

Startled, I pause, my mind awash with surprise. Seated upon the crimson divan, next to the headmistress, is none other than Professor Snape, his countenance inscrutable, his gaze fixed upon me. Inwardly, I groan, yet steadfastly, I push forth my inquiry.

"Pray tell, what purpose lies within this transformation?"

"Perchance your intellect is less prodigious than anticipated."

Sighing, I shrug, wearied by the enigmatic exchange.

"If I were to hazard a conjecture, his is the aspirations to become portioners of those in Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor that have sparked this shift. Yet, you deem Draco and Theodore worthy of such scholarly pursuits, and thus have you assigned us to the Ravenclaws, perchance to quell their ambitions."

„Your comprehension is apt."

For the first time since my entrance, the headmistress lends her voice to the discourse.

"I did not assent to this arrangement for such a purpose."

"Alas, the ink upon your approval hath already dried."

With those parting words, the professor takes his leave from the sanctum. Smiling, I watch as the potions master departs.

"Very well, my query has been resolved. I shall reconvene with you on the morrow in Transfiguration."

Having bid farewell to Minerva, I emulate my mentor's steps and depart the chamber. Lo and behold, the wizard yet lingers by the entrance, his ebony eyes fixed upon me with expectation.

"Pray, return to my abode this eve. Attire yourself in raiments that ward off the winter chill, for we shall venture into the Forbidden Forest to procure rare ingredients."

Enthusiastically, I nod, anticipation coursing through my veins.

"Excellent. Might I implore you to give me leave to join you forthwith after classes?"

"In such haste, Sinclair? Yet, consent. Together, we shall continue our scientific endeavors."

Grinning, I bid him farewell, hastening towards Gryffindor Tower to complete my tasks for the day, penning the requisite essays. Before doing so, however, I deviate from my path, descending into the dungeon depths to enlighten my comrades regarding the forthcoming alteration. Draco merely chuckles, shaking his head, sympathizing with my plight of enduring the classroom environment. Throughout the break, I diligently commit myself to inscribing my essays, internalizing the subject matter with heightened ardor. I peruse the hallowed aisles of the library, seeking to uncover tomes that delve into the utilization of mundane flora within the realm of potions. Shortly after the hour of three, I bid adieu to the library's sanctuary and traverse the path towards the dungeons, where a duo of Ravenclaws stands poised before the classroom door. Eagerly, I join Luna, standing slightly aloof from the others.