Professor Pottah: STOP IT
Professor Pottah: GO AWAY

Y/n Diggory: BAHAHAHA
HAHAHA
Y/n Diggory: THIS HAS NEW
BACKGROUND POTENTIAL

Professor Pottah: NO PLSSS
Professor Pottah: IM BEGGING
YOU PLS DONT

Y/n Diggory: I WONT DW

Professor Pottah: THANK YOU

Y/n Diggory: 😘😍






IRL

Dean and Y/n were walking down the hall, talking about who they had to ask out today.

"How many for Fred today?" Y/n sighed.

"Uhhh Just one I'm pretty sure. And- one for his twin also"

"From Lee?"

"Nope"

"Don't people know about them?" Y/n shook her head.

Dean shrugged, "also one for this random sixth year"

"Alright, I have class and I'll talk to Fred after that, and you can talk to George and I'll get the sixth year. Sounds good?" She asked.

Dean nodded and they parted ways.

Y/n entered the potions classroom and sat down next to Zhara.

"I'm bored"

"Class hasn't started yet"

"It's smells sleepy in here"

"What does that mean?"

"It's humid too. I don't wanna be here"

"I do not wish to be here either Miss Diggory, but it is my profession, as it is yours to be a student" Snape snarled from behind her.

"Professor!" She exclaimed with a stupid grin.

He sighed and walked to the front of his classroom.

After explaining the potion they were to be making, everyone got to work.

Y/n's potion was... interesting, to say the least.

Normally, she was alright in potions, but today she was completely off. The colour was wrong, it smelled like it was burning, and it was smoking like crazy.

"Miss Diggory" Snape tsk'd.

"What?" She asked innocently.

Zhara rolled her eyes from beside her.

Once Snape had gone to bother someone else, Zhara shoved Y/n out of the way.

"Just so you know, I will not be helping you every class. I'm just doing this so you are in the same level of me for potions next year. I wont be dealing with new people"

"Thank youuuuuu" Y/n whispered back, "I love you"

"I know"

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