It was like any other day in Potions. Professor Snape made his rounds around the classroom. For the most part, the students were busy with their studies. Scents of their concoctions filled the stone room. Each one were the same if not similar in color and smell, save for one.. On the Slytherin side, in the middle row, sat a short, fifth-year girl. Her normally blonde hair was the brightest neon green. The girl giggled into her cauldron as her brew turned muddy brown and bubbled violently. This caught Draco Malfoy's attention. He had been sitting next to her for the past few lessons and hadn't been paying her any mind, until this moment. Leaning over, The platinum blonde boy peeked inside as the concoction suddenly blew up, singeing his eyebrows. The sudden explosion had caught the teachers attention.
"And what do we have going on here, miss Morgan?" Snape asked in his calculating, monotoned voice as his gaze shifts between the girl with cotton candy hair and the platinum blonde boy who was clutching at his 'burnt' face while whimpering.
