To Meet History

Chapter 6-Detention

Le-Annette and Bathsheba excelled in all of their classes. They could do everything on the first try. They received nothing but praise from the professors, including the cold Slytherin. They left History of Magic, the last class of the day, and went to the Great Hall for dinner.

"This is great!" Bathsheba exclaimed.

"I know! I was so worried!" Le-Annette added.

"Worried about what, my dears?" asked a voice from behind them.

They turned. Professor Gryffindor stood, beaming down at them.

"That we wouldn't be any good in any of our subjects," Bathsheba said joyfully.

"Rubbish. Why would you think that? Of course you'd be good in classes. But, to be honest, I didn't expect anyone to be as good as you two are," he replied.

"Thank you, sir!" both Bathsheba and Le-Annette called as Gryffindor walked away.

They entered the Hall and separated to go to their tables. Le-Annette sat by Roland.

"How were your classes?" she asked him as she helped herself to some food.

"Fine. Yours?" he said, rather curtly.

"I got detention," Le-Annette said.

"How did you do that, Le-Annette? It's only your first day," Roland replied in shock.

"I stood up to Professor Slytherin," she said rather timidly.

"What?!"

"Yes. I have to go after dinner,"

Le-Annette ate her dinner in silence with Roland looking at her in a kind of awe. When she was finished, Roland offered to walk with her down to the dungeons.

"No, I almost got Bathsheba in trouble for back talking Slytherin; he could've given her detention too. I'm not going to get you into trouble as well. I have to go. Good evening," she said, grabbing her things as she left for her detention.

She arrived a few minutes early. She waited nervously outside; after all, this was the beginning to how she got detention in the first place. Just as a clock...somewhere struck eight, the door to the class room swung open. She stepped inside.

Professor Slytherin was standing at the front of the room. Le-Annette wondered, just for a moment, how he could've gotten back to the front of the room so fast after answering the door. Then she reasoned that he probably had used magic.

"What-what would you have me do, Professor?" she asked.

He stared at her for a moment.

"What do you think you are capable of doing?" he asked.

"What?"

What was that supposed to mean? she thought.

"I mean, what potions work do you think yourself capable of?"

"Well, I don't know. It is my first day here,"

"Le-Annette, I think you have a great prowess when it comes to Potions. So, I want to make you a deal. I want you to become my apprentice, and tonight is our first lesson together," Slytherin said, gesturing to the Potion ingredients he had laid about the table in front of him.

"But...uh...Bathsheba did just as good as me today, sir,"

Le-Annette took an uncertain step forward. Slytherin beckoned her closer.

"No, she didn't. Her potion lacked one of the ingredients,"

"But you said she did fantastic,"

"For a first year, but you, Le-Annette, did fantastic for a seventh year,"

"Well, sir, I-uh-thank you, but-"

"Would you like to work with me?"

She stared at him. Slytherin was smiling at her. Not that odd hidden smile either, a real smile.

"Yes, I will," she said, returning the smile.

"Very well, let's begin,"