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hermygirl 
He was coming to her? Well, that was awful nice of him, given she was pretty sure she was younger one. She shifted some of her things across to make space, and smiled as he introduced himself. "Nice teh meet yeh, Oliver. I'm Sam."
"I'll drink first," she responded after a moment's thinking. "Then I get teh watch boff you and t'professeh brew it befor' I do." She hoped that was okay? She wasn't the most confident in her potions skills yet, and she learnt by watching, not reading or writing. Plus she wasn't too worried about the 'poison' she was meant to take. She'd probably eaten worse in the past.
"Good to meet you Sam," he said with a smile. Making new friends was always nice. He didn't know as many first years this year as he would like. He needed to know more people outside of his own year. And he still had not yet met Ellery's friend. Olly noticed his mind wandering and tried to focus. Right. He was brewing first. He nodded and headed up to the front to get ingredients.
First was the bezoar. Olly had cleaned all his things when he'd first arrived and began to set up. So he did not see a need to do it again. He began crushing the bezoar. What was the professor saying? It had to be made into a very fine powder. Normally, he would have called it good if there were still a few chunks, but this time it mattered because Sam was depending on it. So he made sure it was very fine before adding four measures to his cauldron. So far so good.