Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Bright pink and awfully embarrassed, Wesley's stomach twisted at the idea of love potions. Loving meant kissing and kissing=GROSE.

She didn't want to make a love potion, but...she had to. About to ask Reese or Evelyn or some other person of the same gender to avoid any awkward confrontations with...males, Wesley was dismayed by the revelation she had to find someone who was a BOY.

What was the professor trying to do here? Although not the brightest, Wesley definitely wasn't stupid. Her stomach clenched up even further, and the small girl gripped her shirt tightly, hands white and shaking. Why hadn't she just skipped class?

Wait! What?! Shaking her head furiously, Wesley scolded herself. She couldn't skip class. That was bad. Very bad.

Looking about the classroom as people partnered up, the second year swung her feat anxiously. She needed a partner. A boy partner. Hopefully a not-scary boy partner.

Oh! There was that one boy- the boy with the hats she had been looking at at the last Quidditch match, so she wouldn't have to look at the field and could just focus on the commentary. Maybe- well, he wasn't very scary. And, and he didn't have a partner yet.

She climbed off her stool, and began to make her way over to him but then stopped. What if she asked him, and he thought she LIKED HIM? Practically gagging, the Hufflepuff quickly turned around. No. No. No. No. No. She would wait for someone to ask her, and if nobody asked her, then, then maybe the professor would pick out a partner for her.

Nervously eyeing Professor Kazimirez, Wesley wondered whether that was such a good idea.