(ノ▽｀)ノ Don't be late for class!
"??"
(.)
At the sound of her name, Annie instinctively stopped and turned around. Then she realized that the one calling her was none other than Neville Longbottom, who was running over with another thick book in his hands, just like all those other times.
"..."
ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh.
Annie didn't even need to guess. She knew he was here to ask her more questions about Potions.
He didn't dare ask the fierce Professor Snape, and Miss Granger, the know-it-all, had too many questions she wasn't sure about—or else just repeated what the books said. Annie's knowledge of Potions, on the other hand, was so good that even Snape couldn't find fault with it. So of course, he always came to her.
In fact, Annie had lost count of how many times he'd shown up with all sorts of questions about Potions.
"Annie?"
"I..."
"There are a few things I don't understand about how to brew Felix Felicis. Could you explain them to me?"
As he spoke, Neville held out the Potions textbook—she couldn't tell what year it was for—that he'd practically thumbed to pieces.
But when he saw the impatient, annoyed look on Annie's face, he instinctively took a step back. Soon, though, he steeled himself and stepped forward again, making a quiet suggestion:
"Or..."
"Could you write it down for me?"
He had no choice. Asking Professor Snape would only earn him scorn and a severe reprimand. Annie was the only one who always gave him the best answers, ones even Professor Snape couldn't find fault with. He had nowhere else to turn.
"Neville..."
(′~`●)
"What are you studying all these potions for, anyway? Don't you know you really don't have a talent for Potions?"
(^)
At last, Annie asked the question she'd