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[Alfred Clearwater]

Potions was, without a doubt, hands down, Alfred's second best subject. Herbology being the first. Really he enjoyed any subject that would ultimately save lives, the most notable exception being DADA (he didn't understand the aggressiveness). On this particularly beautiful day, when all Alfred wanted to do was garden, he was stuck in a potions lesson with the Gryffindors. If only they could do potions outside.

They had been assigned partners already, and Alfred didn't recognize the girl he was assigned to. He didn't recognize most people, for his experience with others was limited, but he particularly didn't recognize this girl. She was short, too. Just peachy. Why wasn't anyone at Hogwarts tall? That being said, she was quite pretty. Alfred blushed a bit, as he often did.

"Hello," he said stiffly to the brunette, and his eye was immediately caught by something. He could see scars up and down the side of her neck, and he couldn't help but ogle them for a moment. After a split second he tore his eyes away, never one to be rude. "Let's get a table, shall we? What're we brewing?" he asked hastily, stumbling over his own two feet to get to a table.

@Clarissa Cosgrove

  

[Octavia Richardson]

Potions was, without a doubt, one of Octavias strong suits. So, she wasn't too fussed on who she would end up with as a partner. If they proved to be the stupid sort, she would set them straights and do all the work if need be. Or have them chop up ingredients so that they would be useful. Luckily, she proved to be quite lucky as she recognized Mister Clearwater from Potions Club. He was also a yearmate, if she recalled correctly and her memory was quite good.

Though she could see right off that he did not recognize her one tick. Typical. She stood through the usual fixation on the scars on her neck though he didn't take as long with it as most people did which was greatly appreciated. After six years, she had come to expect it by now.

"Hello, Mister Clearwater. I thought we could decide on what potion we are to brew together. We have been given free reign today by Professer Prince, it seems. Some Pepperup might be useful, given the season and fresh snow," she suggested, never one to waste time as she followed the boy to a table, graciously ignoring the stumbling (it was only fair since he hadn't commented on her scars as most did).

  

[Alfred Clearwater]

Alfred still could not remember her name, and he was kicking himself for it. He was often forgetful but he felt as if someone like her, someone memorable, should be imprinted in his mind. Well, he would just have to fake it, he decided. She would eventually say her name, or someone else would, and until then he would simply refer to her as "you" or with other assorted pronouns.

He got busy gathering the ingredients, one of which he knew was a mandrake root. As he fetched it, he imagined himself wrangling a particularly nasty mandrake, as he'd done in his second year. He'd been called one of the best in the class for that feat. Alfred grinned to himself. He went back to the table, handed her a root, and took his own root and began chopping it into tiny pieces.

"So, erm, how've you been?" he asked, pretending as if he remembered her. He had no way of possibly knowing if she was aware of his lapse of memory, so he decided to just go with it. Alfred assumed it was the polite thing to do, although he was never really one for exact etiquette. General polite-ness was a side effect of being awkward for him, although sometimes it was construed as rudeness.

  

[Octavia Richardson]

Taking the root from Clearwater, Octavia got to work chopping the thing up. She focused on her task entirely until the boys voice brought her back to reality. "You don't have to pretend like you remember me," she stated bluntly but with a whisper of a smile on her face. "And I have been doing quite well, and you?" She asked, since it seemed the polite thing to do.