Amy scurried into the classroom. She disliked hated potions even more than she hated Shaw. And that was a lot. Like a lot, lot. Nervously she walked inside the cold, dark, dank, smelly room and looked up to see the eeeeevvviiilllll La Flame. She shivered as she walked through and saw only one more person, a boy. Brave soul. And a Hufflepuff. Well NO WONDER. And then loads of people ran past her, who was looking forward to this lesson? Who was that sad.

Uh, hello professor Amy muttered, practicly running to a table. She HATED this lesson.

She looked behind to the door, waiting for someone to come through and stop it being as awkward