𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

10

LONGBOTTOM

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After spending some time with the girls at the Hall, I had to go to the library since Professor Sprout wanted us to do some research about the plant we were studying. When I got there, it seemed almost empty except for a bunch of Hufflepuffs and two Slytherins.

I searched through the shelves for the name of the plant but couldn't find anything. Fuck! Herbology wasn't exactly my thing.

"Damn, Snape!" I heard a little whisper. When I turned around, I found one of the Gryffindor boys from Year 4, sitting at a table alone while looking desperate to figure out his Potions notes. I did know who the boy was; Neville Longbottom, the almost 'Chosen One'. My uncle had a very unexplainable rage against that poor boy.

Feeling pity for him, I approached him slowly.

I know I shouldn't do it, he is a Gryffindor who, obviously, hates Snape. What on Earth would make me think he's gonna be nice to me?

"Hello, are you struggling with your Potions assignment?" I said with the nicest tone I could.

He lifted his head with a confused expression on his face.

"No, no, I'm doing okay. Please don't tell your uncle - I-I mean, p-professor Snape - I'm bad at this, he will make me perform it in front of the class and I'm t-terrible." he sighed, full of desperation.

"Oh, no! Don't worry, I don't mean to tell professor Snape anything. I just saw you having a hard time with that and I thought I could help you since I already studied it two years ago." I offered him sincerely. "You're Neville Longbottom, right?"

He nodded.

"Can I take a seat?"

"Yeah, I s'pose," he seemed a bit uncomfortable but for some reason, I really felt the need to help this boy. Especially, because I knew what a fucking bastard Severus could be with the list of students he didn't like, and apparently, poor Neville was on top of that list.

"What's your assignment?"

He showed me his notes and I took Severus' book from my bag.

"Listen, this is my personal Potions book. Here I have some notes that include exceptions you can make with some ingredients so your potion ends up being perfect. Look, for this one you're making, it's better if you use beetle eye instead of borage, it would make the colour brighter and healthier." I advised him, showing the modified instructions. He took his cauldron and followed what the book said. Ten minutes later, his potion was looking exactly like the book image.

"Oh, Merlin! Thank you so much, Ms Snape" he said with a big smile.

He is really nice, remind me again how is he in Gryffindor?

"Anytime, mate. But don't call me that, I'm not Snape, I'm Arambella, or what it's better, Lilith." I said, emphasising my name.

"Okay, Lilith"

"Now I gotta go." I started, sighing while standing up from the chair. "I need to find the damn book about the damn plant Professor Sprout asked me about."