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[Frenchie Garner]

<sub>(hehe...hope you like the title! If you don't *kicks u* you'll get another one of those! jk)

Frenchie had regretted entering Potions class before she even walked in. There was something about today...just something that was throwing her off. What's the muggle word? Aurora? Whatever it was, Frenchie detested it. Yet something else to make her hate the Muggle world and all Muggles living in it.

She looked around for her regular seat and noticed it was taken. Frenchie could've simply asked for her seat back, but that's too nice. That's something she would never, unless she was in an extremely good mood. Without even a second thought, Frenchie pulled her wand out and pointed it towards the girl's chest. The scrawny Slytherin 5th year girl bolted from the chair like a flash of lightening. It was funny, until the git told on her.

"Miss Garner, would you please remove yourself from Ms. Monroe's seat?" the professor asked.

"What for? I see not profit in getting up," Frenchie said placing her books on the table, starting to unpack her things.

"I believe you should because today we're working in partners, and since you seem so eager to learn, I think I'll place you next to Mr. Weasley, over there," she said pointing to an empty seat next to a boy with short, brownish hair.

Oh, now, she can't be kidding can she? Sure she knows that all Malfoy/Potter loyalists never, I mean NEVER interact with one another. Sluggishly, Frenchie moved to where she was assigned, but not before giving the girl and evil glare to snitching on her. Oh, was she going to get it...


Time passed and the end of the class neared. Just a few more ingredients before the potion was complete. This was a subject Frenchie clearly lived for. Her so-called-partner, just chattered away with a friend at a nearby desk, barely helping her. Frenchie put in the final ingredient and stirred the potion clockwise...or was it supposed to be counter clockwise? Nonetheless, the potion was finished, done correctly or not. Frenchie went up to the teacher's desk to ask a quick question, and in the meantime, she let the potion simmer...though looked like it was about to boil over.





((Hopefully that'll start you off. I was going to continue, but I thought I was writing too much. I'm in the writing mood today. Anyways, ta!))

-Frenchie</sub>

[Benjamin Weasley]

For almost the first time in his life, Benjamin was actually minding his own business when the professor decided the turn the class on its end for him. He’d been quietly dozing away against his beloved Potions textbook. He didn’t need to be here (Potions came to him like that, and he was being serious), so he just took a nap; some said he soaked in the information from his book by sleeping with his head on it. Who knows – maybe it was true; it would be funny if it was, but he seriously doubted that was possible.

He’d been dreaming about something nice and calming – flying rice cake patties that sought after world peace (or maybe just the best soy sauce ever). It was pretty sweet, if he said so himself. However, he couldn’t exactly say it, seeing as how he was currently drooling on the top of his textbook, passed out. He’d been up all night, mind flying too fast to fall asleep, which now sucked a lot of dirt. He couldn’t afford to sleep in school – okay, so he could, but that was beside the point… He had a reputation to…okay, so he didn’t really have that either. He just didn’t like sleeping in class.

Okay, so that was a lie, too. And Benjamin didn’t like liars, now did he? No sir, he didn’t. It’s kind of hard to lie when you’re sleeping though. Which was exactly why he didn’t deserve what the professor was about to do to him right now. He was just minding his own business of sleep, not bothering anyone, and yet the git saw it fit to make this class as miserable as possible for him. Well, that just goes to show that sometimes, yeah, nice guys finish last; and in this case, they finish with a moody Slytherin partner who had succeeded in pranking him. Can we say, “Bloody hell, irony is bitter” five times in a row and fast, please?

"I believe you should because today we're working in partners, and since you seem so eager to learn, I think I'll place you next to Mr. Weasley, over there,"

Upon hearing his name (or rather his surname), Benjamin’s head popped up, eyes wide; you could tell that he’d been asleep because of how wide his eyes were, but he’d looked up so fast that some thought he’d just been faking it. Because he was weird like that, right? Wrong – but what did they care. Nothing, that’s what.

When Frenchie Garner sat down next to him, he didn’t even say “hello” to her, and she didn’t respond either; actually, she sort of glared at him when she sat down, so that might’ve counted as a greeting. He got those a lot. During the whole time, she hoarded all the ingredients on her side of the table and would constantly look in his direction to glower at him. Moody Slytherin that she was, of course. She just passive-aggressively chopped up the ingredients and tossed them into the potion; she seemed to know what she was doing so he left her at that. Good for her.

Benjamin, slightly fearing for his life because of her bubbling anger, stayed at the far end of the table and chatted with the girl next to him. She was pretty, and…well, he really didn’t want to say something that would make Garner want to bite off his head. She’d definitely chew off more than she could handle, and that made people even grumpier when they did that. Normally, he took the reigns when it came to Potions class, but Frenchie looked like she’d throttle him if he so much said that she’d put a little too much wormtail in the concoction.

When she left, Benjamin excused himself from the conversation with the other girl. He wanted to get a good grade on this, no matter for the Slytherin girl’s temperament. However, when he looked upon the potion, he came with the startling conclusion as he looked upon the bubbling. “It’s gonna blow!” he exclaimed loudly, shoving himself away from the cauldron immediately.

People didn’t panic at all. Right – and Jordan Potter was best friends with Astyanax Malfoy.

(ooc: this is writing too much.

[Frenchie Garner]

<sub>((True! That's hell of a lot!))

Frenchie and the Professor turned to find out what the chaotic noises were about. She soon realized what it was. Her poor, poor potion had started bubbling out of control, ready to explode on her fellow classmates. People were hiding under desks, some even ran outside. Ha! The bloody cowards. She started walking forward to try and put away the potion with a spell, but it was too late. The potion had exploded...not everywhere around the room like she would've expected, but on one person...her partner, not that he really did anything. Serves him right, she thought.

Frenchie turned back around as if nothing happened and continued talking to the Professor, sadly the Professor didn't go along with her plan, "Who's responsible for this? Miss Garner isn't that your cauldron?"

"Technically, it's that Gryffindor's cauldron, but that's my potion...yes. I don't know why it blew up. Maybe it was something the git put in it. You see it attacked him and no one else," Frenchie said crossing her arms, trying to place the blame on anyone but herself.

"No need for name calling!" The professor made the potion disappear with a flick of her wand. "Five points from both of you! And you'll both receive a zero for this assignment seeing as you're not able to hand it in. Class dismiss!"

Oh, how Frenchie hated that....what...why was Frenchie suddenly not moving. She heard footsteps coming towards her. Whoever it was really wanted to get her attention because she was stunned, luckily in a position where she couldn't fall over.

((Sorry if I did a little G-moding! You can kick me lol..sorry for being short too!))</sub>

[Benjamin Weasley]

(OoC: It's no big deal. ^^)

It kind of tasted like jelly -- with the terrible aftertaste of spinach. From the beginning, it hadn't been so bad, but then the other taste attacked him and sent a wave of nausea over him; it wasn't that too good tasting and probably even less good smelling. So he'd probably be stinking all day, smelling like strawberry jelly and spinach. What an awkward combination.

Actually, he probably would neither smell like that or taste those things had he not been a Gryffindor. While everyone had scattered around the room (and even out of the room), what had he done? That's right; Benjamin had tried to stop it from blowing. He'd always excelled in Potions, so he thought that there might be a chance he could keep the concoction from exploding. He put the counter-acting ingredients in there, hoping that it wouldn't cancel out the potion's effects, it was to no avail.

By the time he'd realized that the potion was too far along in the process of exploding, it had been too late. Benjamin had taken only one step back away from the cauldron when it had suddenly exploded -- all over him. Coughing some of it up, he wiped it away from his eyes and blinked, looking around the room with wide eyes. He was the only one that the potion had hit. Just brilliant.

"Technically, it's that Gryffindor's cauldron, but that's my potion...yes. I don't know why it blew up. Maybe it was something the git put in it. You see it attacked him and no one else,"

Benjamin had heard the professor's question, even with his ears being slightly clogged with the Slytherin's exploding potion. For all he knew, she'd done it on purpose, but no, she didn't; besides, he couldn't think like that -- that was stereotypical Gryffindor thinking, and he didn't do that; he didn't stereotype Slytherins. Maurice was one, and he was family; you don't stereotype family. But Frenchie wasn't exactly being too nice to him, and that annoyed him.

"Actually, professor," he said loudly, so that she and their professor could hear him, "I didn't put anything in. My partner was being an ingredient hoard and probably would've cut me if I told her that she put in too much wormtail; that was what made the potion explode, sir."

But it wasn't enough, because the professor would have none of it. Five points from Gryffindor because he'd tried to stop it from exploding? Bloody hell! The professor might as well start deducting points for being getting too many O's on his essays. And a zero? In all his six years here, he'd never been given a zero in Potions class. Most people said that Potions was a Gryffindor's worst subject (unless you were a genius, like Aunt Hermione), but it was one of his best.

Benjamin felt just as angry as Frenchie, but for a different reason. He stormed up to her, feeling the urge to either hex her or shove her down to the ground. But no, she was a girl, which automatically made her different, whether she liked it or not. She was smaller than him, and he wasn't about the push her around physically.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Benjamin seethed irritably, clenching his fists at his sides. He was still covered in the potion, his hair clamped down in some spots and his robes darker. "If you want to get a good grade on these things and not have your potion explode, you've got to learn to accept who your partner is, no matter what. Cooperation -- ever heard of it? If you keep on acting like you're going to shank people with a knife, people aren't going to want to work with you."