With Christmas and now her thirteenth birthday behind her, Sloane strolled into the classroom early and of course she was wrapped up warm. Upon opening the door however, the temperature of the classroom made itself apparent and with it came the shedding of layers as she walked towards one of the brewing stations. She did, however have her school robes on as she wasn’t eager to receive another detention for that.
“Morning Professor. What’s on the cards today? Can we brew some Polyjuice potion this year?”
Why Polyjuice potion, you may ask? Well, that was a story for a different day.
With her emerald green cloak folded neatly, her gloves tucked in the pockets and her hat on the cloak, Sloane set out to get ready for the lesson. As she did so however, she couldn't help but day dream slightly about her winter break, the ski slopes in Europe and how much fun she'd actually had with her mothers, something that surprised her deeply. Much like everything in her life however, this also left the second year Slytherin feeling a mixture of emotions. To those around her however, the same scowling face could be seen, dimly lit by gentle flame underneath her cauldron.
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