(sorry for the late reply)
Lucile strode near Anelie and was hoping for an interesting lesson as well- something that couldn't be found in the book. In the cellars there was an odd smell; most likely a potion gone wrong or perhaps even mold.
Percival followed his comrades to the cellars, walking some metres behind them. He stashed his hands into the depths of his slacks' pockets and gave a sigh. It was somewhat predictable that he wouldn't be good at potions- it wasn't anything like muggle-chemistry, and he knew nothing of that either. At eleven he wasn't allowed to take that class back at home, and hadn't felt the need to want it- too bad.