Chapter 45 – Small Sparks
At least the Potion class was good and uneventful. I didn't get to poison myself, and I didn't get to blow the cauldron up in my face, like Pansy Parkinson, adding one of the fake ingredients she copied from Quincy. Speaking about the potions, I finished right behind her, with around a fifteen-minute gap between us.
"Very good!" Professor Slughorn smiled at me, which was surprising. I didn't get anything but a handshake, yet he seemed much more friendlier than before.
"Thank you, Professor." I smiled back, and while leaving the classroom, I whispered to Quincy, "What is it with him?"
"He knew you mostly copied me last year, and he is not fond of copycats. I think he is pleased that you are improving!" She answered calmly, fixing the bag on her shoulder.
"Hm... I see... well, that is true, I did copy you most of the time... because you are just better at potion brewing!" I grinned, taking the bag off her shoulder and throwing it around my back.
"But the bet-" She looked at me, slightly embarrassed and red in the face.
"Nah, don't worry about it! We have time before the next class... what will it be?"
"History of magic."
"Geh... right after lunch? I will fall asleep... oh boy... Want to go out a little? Sit at the lakeside? While it's still warm outside!"
"Sounds good; let's go!"
"And you could tell me what it was that the Professor gave to you because you pocketed it so fast, I couldn't see!" I whispered, looking around, knowing some of our classmates, who were heading the same way as we, were thinking about the same thing.