A potion partner?

While Tori was reading her book, she was humming and tapping the rhythm with her fingers on the table. When her book was suddenly taken away from her, he tried to take it back, but it was too late. The book was already in the potion. The potion had turned a disgusting green color. When the girl she hated took out her book with pliers, she realized that the book had now shrunk and was too small. She looked at the girl angrily. Her hair was now jet black and very messy.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE? HOW DARE YOU THROW MY BOOK INTO THE POTION. I HAVE NOT EVEN DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO YOU. YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SO STUPID."

She said it very angry and very loudly. All the students started to look at them. In her anger, Tori deliberately pushed the potion cauldron towards the girl's belongings on the table, causing the liquid to ruin the girl's belongings.

"I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE TOO MUCH SOUND."

She spoke, trying to suppress the urge to attack the girl. She knew that fighting during class was a very bad option. She clenched her fist. She started to breathe heavily.

@Margaret Adamson

@Victoria Lena Jones

Silence fell onto the class as the echo of the girl's scream made its way up the stone wall before completely dissipating. This explosive response inspired much more joy to Margaret than she could've imagined. This was corrupt happiness, she swore to herself to never take joy in putting others down again. This wasn't her. The girl's hair was now black, how interesting. Was this something common amongst wizards? Was her hair about to turn a shade of green or yellow from this rush of adrenaline?

Her delight was short lived, as many of them are. Margaret watched as the girl pushed the cauldron to her side of her desk. Within seconds it had spilled its abominable insides all over her notebook and potions manual, pushing her quill of the desk and onto her lap. She jumped out of her seat, her uniform soaked in cool jet black ink, seeping into the fabric and onto her skin. Frozen in place she watched in horror the indelible consequences of her unconscious thinking. She couldn't be mad at this girl, her book could now fit into her pockets.

'Oh. My. God' she uttered, her lips trembling in rage.

Without a second thought Margaret gathered her items into her bag, everything piled messily in the neat bag. Glancing one last time at the chaotic scene before her eyes she realized she had gone too far.

'I'm sorry' she added before running out of the classroom.

When she spilled the potion, her anger ended and was replaced by sadness. She seriously thought what was wrong with this girl. I mean, they didn't need to be friends, but she didn't need to do that either. Her eyes were filled with tears. She was about to cry. Her hair had turned blue.

When the girl apologized, she didn't say anything. She hadn't forgiven him. When the girl left, Tori looked after her. She didn't want to leave this place still dirty, but he didn't have a diaper with him. She put her cauldron, which was now dry, her notes, quill, ink bottle and her book, which had been thrown into the cauldron and shrunken, into her bag. She got up from her desk. She left the classroom. Her tears had dried now.

She felt better when she left the classroom. She was relieved now. She felt he should send an owl to his mother. 'I hope he can send it again. 'I don't know how much money there is,' she thought, heading towards the stairs leading to the owlery. But she still wouldn't forgive this girl. If by chance they met with the girl again, she could ask for an account