//------------------------------// // Bubbling Potions // Story: MLP at Hogwarts // by SeleneMizutani //------------------------------// Rainbow Dash POV I went down to breakfast by myself. The moment I entered the Great Hall, everyone's eyes were on me. I guess news about me being a Muggle-born spreads fast. I found a seat in the corner of the Slytherin table, and the ones nearest me edged away with looks of disgust on their faces. I'm used to it. I took some food and ate it silently, avoiding all the stares I got. Suddenly, a professor with black hair and blue eyes walked along the table, passing out parchment to the students. She came over to me and snarled,"Well, you're the Mudblood disgracing our noble house, right?" "Y...Yes." I replied. She slapped a piece of parchment on the table and left. I picked it up and saw my timetable. Potions first with the Gryffindors, then Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, Transfiguration with the Gryffindors to finish. Sigh. Another hard day. At least I can see Applejack twice. I headed out of the Great Hall and walked along the Entrance Hall, singing a song I just thought of in the moment. Fight Song I wish I could live a happy life, carefree, never to worry about obstacles... The bell rang, and students filed out of the Great Hall. It's time for Potions. Luckily, I brought my books with me, so I went straight back to the dungeons. The other Slytherin and Gryffindor first-years were lounging against the walls and they booed and jeered at me as they saw me. Slytherin because I'm a Muggle-born, and Gryffindor because of the Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry. I read about that in one of my extra books. Trying not to notice, I opened my book of One Thousand Herbs and Fungi, reading the page about Bezoars. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it acts as an antidote to most poisons, but they are really rare. Applejack and Blaze Trail left their crowd and stood next to me, earning more whispers and glares from the first-years. The professor I saw in the hall stalked along the hallway, and people hastily jumped out of the way. Blaze leaned over and whispered,"That's Professor Chrysalis, the Head of our House and she's our Potions teacher. She could be really mean and nasty if you cross to her bad books." "I know. She called me a Mudblood at breakfast." I replied softly. We followed Professor Chrysalis into the classroom. The other Slytherins and Gryffindors found groups and stood behind tables, leaving me without a pair. Yeah, 'cause they think I'm a Mudblood and a disgrace. I get it. I found an empty table near the corner of the room and put down my books and potion ingredients on the table. A rustling sound came from the front of the room. Applejack took up her stuff and walked down along the tables to where I was standing, everyone staring at her, even Professor Chrysalis. She went to the empty spot beside me and put down her things. "Why are you with me, AJ? I'm a Mudblood, a disgrace." I asked. She replied,"Because I believe in the inner beauty of people, no matter their house. Even though we should be rivals, but I want to make an exception. You look you need it." Professor Chrysalis slammed her hand on the table and we all stopped talking and looked at her. "Good. As everyone knows, I'm your Potions teacher, Professor Chrysalis. We are here to brew antidotes, poisons, and mysterious draughts. Potion making is sacred, and I doubt any of you dumbheads could do it properly." Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, and some girls and boys I don't know stood a bit straighter. "Potions are hard to make, hard to find, and hard to drink in the proper way. You are here to learn some of the deepest secrets ever known in the wizarding world. Now, before we start class, may I ask the Mudblood what is a bezoar?" She pointed at me when she said that. I replied calmly,"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it acts as an antidote to most poisons, but they are really rare." Professor Chrysalis looked shocked. Of course she didn't expect that. "Correct. Now, I will teach you how to brew a simple potion to cure boils." She wrote down the ingredients and method on the blackboard and the class started making the potion. I chopped the ingredients and placed them into the cauldron I brought with me. Applejack stirred the potion as I whispered some tips. "Seven clockwise stirs and add two clockwise stirs." I whispered. The potion immediately turned brightest green, just like the color described on the blackboard. Applejack gasped in shock. "B...But the instructions said only to stir seven clockwise times!" she said under her breath. I replied,"Um...I thought this would work better after all the extra reading I did." Ten minutes till the end of the lesson. Professor walked around the tables, checking the potions we made. At Sunset's she wrinkled her eyebrows. At Blaze's she gaze a nod. She came to ours. Suddenly, she smiled at us. What????? "This is the perfect potion! Everyone in the classroom, come over to see what a good example this group made!" The first-years rushed over and peered in my cauldron. "It's amazing!" "Wonderful!" "So good! Looks like a winning potion!" "Fantastic!' "Awesome and cool!" Professor Chrysalis scooped some of the potion out and put it into a small bottle. "I need a sample of this, just in case. You don't mind?" I replied,"No, Professor." She put the bottle in her pocket. "This group, stay after class." The bell rang, and the class filed out of the classroom, leaving me and Applejack behind. "For a Mudblood, this is amazing! Maybe I shouldn't judge someone by their parentage." she said happily. Applejack answered,"Of course, Professor." "Thanks, Professor. I changed the instructions a little to brew this." I said. Prof. Chrysalis said,"Really? Turns out it worked well!" "If we may, we need to go to our next class. Are we free to go?" asked Applejack. "Yes, you may go." I packed up my stuff, poured the potion into two bottles, gave one to Applejack, took up my cauldron and left. I know she would need it. Anyway, I have a bit too much. Antidotes are a necessity in life.