8. Potions

Bang! The cauldron flew across the room, smacking against the dungeon’s wall.

Professor Slughorn looked sternly at the culprit. “Mr. Black,” he said. “What is going on here?”

“Well, sir, I was just practicing my Charms,” answered the boy. “Depulso.” He shrugged, clearly unbothered (amused, really) by the scene he had caused -- and the detention he was about to receive.

Slughorn sighed. To think of the family that he came from. Very prestigious. He must be quite the embarrassment to them. Now Regulus… He had Slug Club potential. But Sirius? No, not him. One Black would just have to do.