'You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making... I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death... if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.'
'Cheers.' Secret muttered to Harry.
Friday. Potions, double period. Then free afternoon. It wasn't surprising how Friday was Secret's favourite day of the week. After potions she speant time with her father.
'Register.' said Snape, sweeping over.
He went through the register, and paused at Harry's name.
'Mr Potter.' he said, a hint of disgust in his voice
'Yes Sir.' Harry said.
He continued, in his low, bitter voice, that Secret had never heard when she was around and paused again at Secret's name.
'Miss Snape.' he said, his voice softer, kinder and more familiar.
'Yes D- Sir.' she said, forcing herself to say the word.
That was going to take some getting used to. He finished and swept over to the board.
'These...' he said, flicking his wrist, '... are the instructions. You have all double period. Begin.'
She looked at the board. A Boil Cure Potion. Secret almost laughed at this. She was making this at three! She got her ingredients and started to make it. Halfway through Snape swept over. He rested a hand on her shoulder.
'You okay?' he asked softly.
'Yeah, fine.' she replied.
He gave a smile and went to go bother Draco.