Post by sabrina on Sept 13, 2009 10:37:40 GMT -5
Sabrina walked toward the potion classroom. She had failed potion the previous year, missing only a few points for this hell to be over. She hated potions, and couldn’t understand why she could be so good in most topic and yet so bad in this particular one. Speaking about it with the head of her house, it was decided that she would have to have extra lessons in order to pass this year. A potion is like a recipe, she kept telling herself. It didn’t help that she couldn’t cook either. She turned into the classroom a few minutes ahead of time, holding the books necessary for the lesson against her chest as if it could shield her from whatever Professor Snape would throw at her.
The teenager was unsure what were Snape’s thoughts regarding her. A lot of Slytherins thought that since she was a Goyle, she belonged with them and resented the fact that she was glad she had been put into Ravenclaw instead. Sabrina walked toward the front of the class, toward the Professor’s desk, trying not to look like she was walking toward her personal hell, but not overjoyed either. “Good afternoon, Professor.” She said in a rather shy manner.
The teenager was unsure what were Snape’s thoughts regarding her. A lot of Slytherins thought that since she was a Goyle, she belonged with them and resented the fact that she was glad she had been put into Ravenclaw instead. Sabrina walked toward the front of the class, toward the Professor’s desk, trying not to look like she was walking toward her personal hell, but not overjoyed either. “Good afternoon, Professor.” She said in a rather shy manner.