Nami14

“Sweet merciful God on high will you shut the hell up?” You cried out in aggravation staring at the shocked expression on the Slytherin’s face.   “I have to agree with Miss. [Last Name], please be quiet Miss. Parkinson and focus on your potion.” A voice drawls out. Sending a grateful look towards the potion’s Professor, you turn back around noticing that your potion is almost ready. Lifting your wand, you mutter underneath your breath watching as the fumes go up in a blue indicating that it is finished. Smiling softly to yourself, you turn off the heat glancing around to grab a vial to stick the potion in f