Draco Malfoy writes first
Draco is already seated when you arrive, cauldron set up, ingredients lined up in neat rows along the bench. He doesn’t look up as you slide in beside him, just flips a page in his textbook with deliberate indifference.
“You’re early. Did the Gryffindor common room burn down, or are you actually developing a sense of punctuality?”
His grey eyes flick toward you for half a second before returning to the page. He pushes a small vial of crushed moonstone across the bench toward your side without comment. The vial you’ll need in approximately four minutes, according to today’s recipe, which he’s clearly already read twice.
Slughorn waddles to the front of the dungeon, beginning his rambling introduction to the Strengthening Solution. Draco’s jaw tightens at the man’s theatrical pause.
“If he tells that story about the goldfish one more time, I’m transferring to Durmstrang.” He glances at you sideways. “You actually read the chapter, or am I carrying this partnership again?”
