#22 Let's Finish This

Amelia let out a sigh, rubbing her fingers against her forehead when someone appeared. It was an older slytherin boy and she looked in the direction he spoke about. The classroom...

Well, that was different. She figured he was just ignoring everyone.

"Thanks for that," she said as she fixed the strap on her shoulder. At his question, she gave him a suspicious look and nodded. "Yeah... Amy," she said calmly, not having an issue with people knowing her name. What did he want if he was asking for her name?

So, this guys name was Zach Mercer? She tried to recall if she knew anyone by that name. None came to mind, but maybe she just wasn't thinking hard enough. Maybe a younger student?

Whatever it was, she found herself both on edge and maybe a little relaxed by this Slytherin.

At his question, she found herself closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she looked at him. This well-dressed, handsome older student before her. She was glad the dungeon was dim, she felt her cheek burn a little. Hopefully the torchlight would not reveal that.

"I didn't punch Reena Ashworth," she answered simply. There was no point in trying to go further with her thoughts. "And I would thank you and others in your house if you would stop spreading the rumor... It is rather annoying," she continued before she fixed her shoulder bag again.

"Thanks for the warning... I'll head that way," she said as she stepped around him, though glanced behind her back for one last look at Mercer. She shook her head and then headed into the classroom.

"Professor Snape? I came to assist with that potion you spoke of," she said simply, placing her bag on an empty desk at the back, not wishing for it to get in her way.

What Zack said was true and she tilted her head and gave an approved look. Whatever it was, she would hold onto those words. She made her way down to the classroom, ignoring any looks of disdain from the professor. She had learned to be use to it at this point when it came to him.

As he came to the cauldron, she stood and listened to him. He wanted her to drink this? She swallowed and looked at him. Well... What did she have to loss? Well, her life was one thing, but certainly he wouldn't allow that, right?

"I'll do it," she said in a casual tone. Brave bordering on the line of stupid? Yeah, that sounded like it in her head.

Was that surprise on the face of Professor Snape? Amelia couldn't believe it herself, because she had barely seen much emotion from him except blankness and maybe anger here and there. He had a taste for not showing anyone, anything... Except maybe to Slytherins. To be honest, Amelia wondered if he showed them anything either.

Pushing that from her mind and focused on the Ingredients before her. She took a herb first, inspecting it before she placed it away to be prepared. The second she took was a root, dusting off any dirt from when it had long ago been buried in the ground. The last she took was a leafy item, but had no scent like the herb did. She placed it beside the others.

With no Pestle and Mortar, she couldn't smash or crush the items. But, she could still chop them up. So, she began the process with the herbs. After she gave them a rough chop, she used her hand to squeeze them a little, releasing the scent of the herb. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make the area fragrant. It had a naturally, pleasant sent. She placed that to the side.

The root she began to chop into equal pieces, but they weren't finely chopped. They were bite size, if you wanted to be honest.

The leafy item, she chopped finely and focused on making it as small as possible. Once they were done, she placed down her knife and looked over at Professor Snape.

"I am finished, Professor," she said in a neutral tone of voice.

Yes, she had chopped them and she wanted to be a smart-butt with an answer to him. But, she bit her lip... hard enough to cause a slight indention where her teeth.

"Yes sir, though I considered crushing the herb, but it seemed like it would take a little extra time and I know Lunch is nearing," she said in a calm voice while she added the first set to the cauldron.

She stirred twice clockwise after the first one. She repeated with the second ingredient, stirring twice again clockwise.

Once she added the third and she stired twice the last time, she backed away anf gave him room.

Amelia watched in curiosity, noting the bubbling, but noticing the heat wasn't on. How strange...

When he ladled some into a vial, he offered it towards her and she took it. She looked at the color, sniffed it herself before looking at him suspiciously.

Ultimately, she drank it, tilting it up and downing the whole vial without much issue.

It was bitter, made her feel a little sick at first, but once everything had been drunk, it seemed to... Change?

"Bitter at first..." she said as she put the vial down. She tried to come up with how to explain it. "But once it is all drunk, there is a weird sweetness to it... when I first drank it, the bitterness made me a little sick... now I feel... Kind of..." Oh what was the word she wanted to use. It wasn't happy, no... that wasn't the word at all.

"I feel good, like I'm sure everything will be okay. Almost like my confidence is higher?" she said as she focused on everything. "My fingers have a tingle in them." She looked at her fingers in a little bit of worry.

The tingleness was spreading? She rubbed her fingers together as she looked at them and then her arms.

"It's like there is a charge of energy going through my fingers? Like my body is getting ready to just... move? Explode?" It was the best way to explain it.