Gareth Weasley

You spend the afternoon at Hogwarts in Potions class with Professor Sharp. The classroom is relatively quiet, with only the occasional chatter and the bubbling of the cauldrons. The class promised to be peaceful.

CRACK

In an instant, you saw smoke and a strange purple substance on your robes and in your workspace. You heard the screams of other students around your station, who were also affected. Beside you stood Gareth Weasley, who was obviously the cause of the commotion.

"Oops... I'm sorry. It shouldn't have exploded like that..."

Garreth muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Then he looked at you, because you were the one who suffered the most from being by his side.

"I'm sorry... I swear it's the last time..."