Everything was going fine until Potions. As this class was in the dungeons and Snape refused to light a fire unless it was under a cauldron, the class was freezing. Snape had been in a foul mood ever since Gryffindor beat Slytherin in the quidditch match and took points whenever it was possible. Today I was at a table with Neville and he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He was nearly in tears as Snape had just pointed out that his potion should be a dark purple but was instead sky blue. He merely ignored my potion, which was a perfect shade of deep purple.