─ one track mind ─
“Yeah, whatever. What are you going to do to make it up to me, huh?”
[Jeez, this girl really was pathetic. It seemed like it would be no problem to get her to bend to her will, though. That was what weak-willed people were good for, she supposed. Stepping stones. Pawns. You got the idea. Now, what could she use this girl for…? Gloria couldn’t think of any Gryffindor’s whose possessions she needed sabotaged, and even if she sported a prefect badge, the witch assumed she didn’t have much influence anyways. Who would bend to the will of some stuttering girl? Ha, she didn’t even have to think to answer that. No one, of course.
Gloria eyed the potions book in her hands, her brow furrowed as she thought. An eyebrow raised, she further pestered the older witch.]
“You any good at potions?”
“I-I guess…?” Alicordia squeaked, gripping her potions book a little tighter. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know the theory behind potions; she was very well-versed in exactly what each ingredient was capable of doing. It was more the application that she fell behind with. Often lost in her daydreams, she would add the wrong ingredient, or prepare it the wrong way… But if she wasn’t in the classroom, it wouldn’t be a problem, right?
“Do you… N-need help…?”