prompt: potion
fandom: harry potter
word count: 100

"Mr Slughorn, I-I just can't do it!"

"Of course you can, darling, practice makes perfect. Just try again, sweetheart."

"B-but sir, it's the umpteenth time I've attempted to make this potion. I just can't do it!" The young Ravenclaw was almost on the verge of tears, Merlin, it hurt so much to think that she was shaming her house, the house of knowledge and wit.

"I think," A new voice spoke, a man's. He approached the girl and damn, he was hot. A Hufflepuff.  "I'll be of help."

He gave Victoire a charming and disarming smile.

"I'm Teddy."