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Maisie had nearly killed her owl when it came and woke her up, a near half hour early. Bloody thing was defective for sure. Third time this week it had done that, and Maisie had only been at Hogwarts for a month. "Better not do that all year, you..." Maisie gritted her teeth, she was certainly not a pleasant riser. No one dare doubted that. It took every muscle and fiber in her body to roll out from under the covers. Laid out on the floor, Maisie propped her self up on her hands and crawled to the dresser. Gripping hard on the handles, she pulled herself up while simultaneously pulling the drawer open. It took her little more than a minute to pull her uniform on. Although when it got to her tie on the other hand, it took her nearly ten minutes before she finally gave up and tied it in a simply knot. Maisie shrugged and went to the common room, she'd get the hang of the blasted things sooner or later. She laid down in front of the fire place and finished off her last bit of parchment from the day before.
The day went by awfully quick for Maisie, one minute she was at the Great Hall having breakfast, next minute she was walking to her final class. Potions. Oh joy, how she loved potions. Almost as much as a cat loves water! She chatted with some of her friends as strutted down the corridor towards the dungeons. With many of her friends being in different houses, it wasn't long before the group branched off. Maisie took a deep breath before walking into the Potions class, smiling big at Prof. Dorkins. He was a good teacher, but oh Merlin was she terrible at potions. Taking a seat in with the other Gryffindors she took note for quite a few minutes. Occasionally throwing some nasty looks at the Slytherins, who shared the class with them, whenever she overheard them picking on someone. "What a bunch of bullies," She whispered to the girl next to her.
With about 30 minutes left in class, Prof. Dorkins turned around to address everyone. "Now, I'd like for the lot of you to get into partners and start working on a Cure Boils potion," He threw his hand up as many students immediately got up to work with friends, "Tut. Tut. Today I will be assigning everyone their partners-" A large groan went throughout the class "-No complaints." With the strictness in his voice, everyone immediately quieted. About five minutes later, everyone had moved next to their respective partners, many of them begrudgingly. "Now, whoever you're seated next to, will be your partner for the remainder of the year. Understood?" A collective, drone-like answer from the less than enthused children, "Yes, Sir,"
Maisie looked over at her partner, a Slytherin. Greaat, not. Being the better person, Maisie reached her hand out for him to shake, "My name's Maisie, Maisie Wilson." She put on the best "happy voice" she could muster.
The Macabre and Twisted
Caleb was always an early riser so he was ready for classes within twenty minutes of waking. He gathered his things as he was already on his way out of his common room. When he reached the Great Hall, he sat down for a quick breakfast. He had a busy day with classes all with other houses. He really didn't think houses should not be mixed together in classes.
Finally his last class of the day, potions. He walked in taking his seat with the rest of the Slytherin. They spent most of the class taking notes on the cure for boils. When the professor announced that they would be paired up. He already knew he would be paired with a Gryffindor as the school promoted mingling between houses. He looked at the girl he was paired with noticing her tie. Then he saw her hand. "Caleb Ravenwood and I think you need to find out how to tie a tie." He said with a snide tone and a smirk to match. He didn't even shake her hand.
He began the potion not speaking another word to his partner. With about ten minutes left of class he turned around to talk to a fellow Slytherin which they started making demeaning comments about their partners not caring about them over hearing them.
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Maisie puffed up at the snide remark that, Caleb apparently, made towards her appearance. Putting her hand back on the desk rather dramatically, "I know how to tie a tie, very well in fact, thanks!" Her speech was quite boisterous, as always. She became even more irate when he refused to let her touch the potion, instead having her sit there and stare. Whenever Maisie went for the stirrer, Caleb would move it so she couldn't reach. Maisie was quite short compared to the other girls in her year, something that apparently the Slytherins had caught on to. So, instead she chatted with the Gryffindor girl at the table next to her.
The two girls prattled on about useless stuff, clothes, hair, makeup and the occasional mention of charms or their partners. Nothing even remotely indicating to potions class. When there were about 10 minutes left of class, Prof. Dorkins walked between the two girls, pushing them both towards to respective partners. With an audible huff Maisie turned back to Caleb and then towards the cauldron. Noticing that he was too busy being a prat, Maisie decided to work on the potion some. Stirring the potion, Maisie noticed that Caleb had forgotten the porcupine quills. So she grabbed two of them, adding them herself. One problem, she forgot to take the cauldron of the fire before putting them in. Within in seconds the potion started putting off the most horrid, terrible smell Maisie could think of. Grabbing a cloth, Maisie covered her nose and face, trying to keep the smell away. Nobody saw the cauldron had begun melting. By the Maisie took notice, it was too late, the mixture began to spill out and onto Caleb Ravenwood. Which caused his skin to erupt in painful, puss-filled boils. Maisie would've laughed if it wasn't for the smell choking her.
Prof. Dorkins quickly made his way over to the pair, a flick of his wand and the mess was gone. "10 points from Gryffindor, Ms Wilson. Same goes for Slytherin students, Mr Ravenwood," The professor paused for a moment, "Before going back to the common room, make sure you go see Mme Pomphrey in the hospital, Mr Ravenwood. She ought to have a cream or something for you. Class is dismissed." He turned around briskly, sitting at his desk to grade some papers.