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AmbiguouslyMe 
Tiberius broke out into a wide grin as she spoke and then shook his hand. "I completely agree. I think we'll get along just fine." As he released her hand, he was aware of it being a little sweaty, but he had no idea if it was him or her. Or both.
Nodding his head over to his station, he turned to walk back to it. "We can work over here. No one sat with me, so there's room." Tibi pulled his bag off the other chair and settled back into it. Carefully considering the instructions, Tibi double checked all the ingredients in front of him.
"Are you any good at potions?" He whispered a little nervously. Now that all that icky 'I don't like you, you don't like me, good?' stuff was over, he was getting a little nervous about actually doing the work. He hadn't managed much of anything last lesson as he'd spent the majority of it crying.
But it couldn't be that hard, right?
"You could get the water ready, if you want? While I crush this stuff?"
"Okay," Wesley said, voice returning to its normal pitch.
"Sorry about not having someone sit by with you," she added. Sitting by yourself was never very much fun. Wesley wondered if Tibi had any friends- he had been sitting by some girl at the Quidditch game though, and she thought she might've seen him hanging around Jake.
Running back to her station, Wesley grabbed her bag and equipment. She returned to Tibi's work space, placing her things on the floor, and hopped into the seat across from her partner. Listening as he spoke, the small child felt her stomach begin to clench up again,
"N-not r-really," she stuttered.
Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have said that...What if he doesn't want to be my partner anymore? Wesley didn't want to have to go through finding somebody to work with again, she was still exhausted from this experience. Thinking quickly, she added,
"B-but I know how to c-clean cauldrons!" That had been the topic of her very first lesson; she still had the notes.
"H-have you cleaned yours?" the Hufflepuff asked, then flinched. Of course he had! Tibi was smart! He was good at this kind of stuff.
"Okay!" she answered, eager to follow directions, and happy to move on. Creating water was something Wesley knew how to do. She stared at the directions and ingredients list, then asked,
"W-wait. How much is a ounce?" She didn't know how to measure these kinds of things; usually she just said Aguamenti and watched it all come flooding out.