Ron has one of those days where nothing goes right. It’s chaos and carnage from the beginning, here’s hoping there’s a silver otter lining for the pandemonium the poor fella has had to endure.
Kudos always to KateNotEight! The bestest beta, who has the patience of a grammatical saint and writes wonderful Romione ❤️
3k words - Chapter 1 of 2
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There was a hubbub of disjointed chatter in the potions classroom, a clear indication that Professor Slughorn did not hold the 6th year student’s attention. The cauldrons were bubbling with potions of varying levels of success, and apart from Harry’s, none of them looked even remotely acceptable.
Neville had a dark green sludge trying to escape its pewter confines, Seamus and Dean were displaying a great show of teamwork as they stoked and dampened their fire while passionately discussing the finer details of last week’s Quidditch match, while Hermione pushed frizzy hair from her face counting clockwise motions.
“Right then, everyone. Settle down, settle down. Next, we need to locate the fire seeds. I’ve left a selection of various seed-like ingredients on your benches. We find the correct ones by gently touching it to the very tip of the tongue. You should feel a gentle warmth, like you’ve eaten a Scotch Bonnet.” The Professor instructed as he meandered between their stations. “Give it a go, then.”
“What the hell does she even see in that idiot McLaggen? What would they even talk about?” Ron said in hushed angry whispers. “Shit, what did Slug say?”
“Dunno.” Harry looked up from his text book. He’d buried his head the minute Ron started to discuss Cormac for the hundredth time. “Something about checking seeds?” He looked around the room and watched Ernie lick a small brown sphere. “Eat it? I’m not sure, let me check what the Prince says.”
Ron lifted a seed from the first pile and popped it in his mouth before crunching down on it. “Ugh, aniseed. Gross! What am I supposed to be looking for here, mate?”
“Dunno.” Harry repeated, flicking through his intricately annotated textbook. Ron lifted a red seed from the pile. “WAIT…” but the warning was too late.