Samira walked in the potions classroom, Aiden's hair clutched in her fingers. She scrunched up her nose as the nasty smell of polyjuice potion assaulted her. Looking at all the potions, she moved towards the one labeled with her name. The Slytherin stared at it. The only thing propelling her to drink the potion was the appeal of being able to turn into someone else for an hour. Without anymore hesitation, Samira drops the strands of hair in. The potion bubbled unpleasantly. Samira nearly gagged at the thought of having to actually drink that. This was courage Samira wasn't even sure many Gryffindors could muster. Samira scowled and picked up the potion. "Cheers," she said to no one in particular, and brought the potion to her lips. Samira grimaced as she swallowed it. She could feel herself changing. Her height became shorter. Her hair lost its curls...

"Argh!" Samira's face twisted in disgust at the taste. She was now the exact replica of Aiden Heartnett.