Blair stared back at George in an attempt to appear unfased by his question and sudden appearance at the Ravenclaw table. She wasn't the only one who had noticed his seating choice as most of the Ravenclaws had been distracted from their breakfasts' and whispered to each other. It wasn't against any rules to sit at other houses' tables, but it wasn't something that was done often. Especially between houses like Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. However, one wouldn't want to think about what it would be like if it was a Gryffindor choosing to sit at the Slytherin table.

George cleared his throat again from the lack of response from Blair. He suddenly regretted his decision to sit with her and wanted nothing more than to jump up from his seat and head over to the Gryffindor table. It would be painful to sit through Fred's continuous questioning, but it seemed more appealing than continuing to sit at this table. But George Weasley was not a quitter. He had chosen to sit at this table and he will do so until he needed to head to his first class.

"Do you have Potions first?" he decided to ask and gestured to the parchment in Blair's hand. He prayed to Merlin that she would nod her head as it would give him an excuse as to why he chose to sit at the Ravenclaw table today. He would be even more humiliated if she didn't have Potions first.

Wordlessly, Blair stood up from her bench and pulled out her Advanced Potions Making book from her bag. As if she purposely let George see it, the boy recognised the purple textbook cover and inwardly sighed in relief. But Blair barely looked at him before she started walking away from the table and making her way towards the door, leaving George at the hands of staring Ravenclaws.

"Do you like Potions?" George questioned as he jogged to catch up with her. The two were now walking to the staircase that would lead down towards the dungeons where Professor Snape's class would be.

Blair stared ahead as she descended the stairs, now becoming irritated at his presence. She never had someone to walk to class with and had never wanted it any different. She liked the quiet walks down the hallways and finding a seat without anyone's intervention. But George seemed to want a conversation during this walk and Blair wasn't ready for that. But she forced herself not to say anything and continued staring straight ahead.

"I barely made it into this class this year," George continued with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was only Potions and Charms that I got an Outstanding in. Mum wasn't too happy."

Even though George wasn't getting a response from Blair, he couldn't help but ramble to fill the silence. The only things he knew he was good at were pranks, Quidditch and talking. But usually his talking was to tease and purposely annoy. Hopefully, this was one of those times where he wasn't being annoying. And for some reason, he was nervous to be next to Blair. He had never been nervous from being next to a girl before and the only thing that seemed to stop him from visibly sweating was rambling.

"Unfortunately Freddie got his last Outstanding in Herbology instead of Potions," he continued. "He sucks at Potions. Can't sit still for a minute to let his draughts brew."

Luckily for Blair, they had made it to the dungeons and were steps away from Professor Snape's classroom. Blair hoped she didn't seem eager to make it through the door but had sat herself down on the stool she always took before she had even realised. The table usually consisted of Lee Jordan, Nancy Lindor (a Ravenclaw), Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley. But seeing as Fred hadn't made it to Potions this year, as Blair unwillingly found out from George, a stool was left spare at the square table.

"Mr Weasley, can you take a seat so that I can start my lesson?" Professor Snape's dreary voice made Blair look over her shoulder to see that George had entered the room yet was left standing in the doorway. The boy looked towards Lee who sat next to the spare stool and gave him an inquisitive look as to why he wasn't sitting in his usual spot next to Blair. Lee noticed his stare and gave him a smirk, motioning his eyes towards the stool like he had planned. George knew exactly what was going on and went to send him a harsh glare, only to be stopped by Snape's voice once more.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for not taking a seat Mr Weasley", he hissed and a collective sigh came from the Gryffindors in the room. "Take. Your. Seat."

George stomped across the room and plonked himself down on the stool in between Lee and Blair. Lee was hiding his wide smile behind his hand as he acted like he was listening to the start of Professor Snape's lesson. Blair resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the obvious look Lee had given George and tried to do the same. She still hadn't gotten over George's rambling on the way to class and hoped that he had gotten the message that she didn't want to be talked to.

"The Draught of Living Death is exceedingly difficult to produce," the man explained as he eyed his students in disgust. "I don't expect any of you to succeed in making it. However, for those who may be able, I suggest you grab your ingredients and start as soon as possible. And no talking!"

The class lapped into silence as everyone grabbed their ingredients and started to look through their textbooks for the page of the Draught of Living Death. Blair immediately started to add her Wormwood and the powdered root of asphodel, reading her second-hand textbook quicker than anyone else in the class. Her potion smoothed and dissolved the sloth's brain and sopophorous bean's juice, leaving her to continue stirring for the remainder of the class. She had effortlessly brewed the draught and wasn't nervous for when Professor Snape wandered to her table to look over their cauldrons.

"Very good, Miss Rosier. Some competence should do well among the overwhelming sense of failure at this table," Snape commented after looking at her potion, before looking towards Lee's. "Too much asphodel Jordan. Another ten points from Gryffindor."

"What?!" Lee went to argue with an offended look.

"Another ten points you say?" Professor Snape rhetorically asked and Lee shut his mouth, glaring harshly at the back of the man's greasy head once he walked off to the next table.

"How did you crush the root?"

Blair turned to her right and found George's face uncomfortably close to hers. His whisper came from the corner of his mouth in order to not be seen by the Professor and he leaned slightly towards her to reach her ear. Blair was in no more of a mood to talk than she was any other day, so she continued to stir her black draught quietly. But George broke the silence again.

"You didn't use your knife did you?" he whispered. "How did you get it small enough?"

She angrily grabbed his asphodel root and crushed it with the side of her knife, making it pool into a dust. She scooped it into her palm before dropping it into George's cauldron, immediately turning the thick green colour to black. No one had ever talked to Blair enough for her to get annoyed at them and this was new to her. She didn't ask for George to sit with her breakfast and she certainly didn't ask for him to walk with her to class.

"Thanks!" he cheered loudly and Professor Snape whipped his head around once more.

"Ten more point from Gryffindor for being loud and nosy Mr Weasley."

"Git."

Blair packed up her things at the end of the lesson and cleaned out her cauldron. She silently walked out the classroom and dreaded to hear the quick footsteps following behind her as she climbed the steps out of the dungeons. She hoped to be able to walk to Arithmancy alone but by the sound of George's impending footsteps, she knew that wasn't going to happen.

"Do you want to be a potioneer when you graduate? You're really good," he commented and easily kept up with Blair's long strides with the help of his long legs. "What do you have now? I have History of Magic. Really dreading it, but then I've got Charms with Freddie so that should be a good laugh. When do you have Professor-"

"Why do you keep following me?!"

Blair stopped on her pursuit and shot the deadliest of glares up to George who looked down at her with wide eyes. They stood in one of the corridors that surrounded the square courtyard and had created a roadblock for other passing students. But the dirty looks bounced off the two as Blair was seething with anger and George was astonished at the fact that she had actually spoken to him.

"So you can talk!" he grinned. "I knew you could. Everyone talks eventually."

"I'll repeat; why do you keep following me?" Blair asked again and was ready to pull out her wand from her robes.

"I don't know," George shrugged with a lazy grin. "Just wanted to get to know you. You did help me in Potions back there. And you seem nice."

Blair raised an eyebrow and couldn't stop her eyes from rolling in their sockets. She turned on her heel and continued walking down the corridor, trying her best to ignore the redhead that continued to pad alongside her. She had never heard someone refer to her as 'nice' before and couldn't tell if he was joking or not. She hadn't anticipated ending up speaking to him but her anger got the better of her. He was just so irritating.

"Well I'll see you at lunch then! I can see you haven't got History of Magic so I'll see you later Blair!" George patted her shoulder before walking off down the corridor to his left. Blair watched as he waved at her and turned the corner, finally leaving her alone for the first time since breakfast.

She hoped she wouldn't be seeing him at lunch like he said.

Blair kept her gaze low at lunch in the Great Hall and hunched over her soup. She listened intently for the voices of either of the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table, hoping that her name wouldn't be brought up. Lee Jordan was bound to mention what had happened in Potions class and Blair just hoped they wouldn't notice her sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She could hear a small discussion among them and stretched her ears to hear through the hall's constant mumble.

"Moody was brilliant!" Ron cheered. "Terrified to be in the same room with him, but he's really been there!"

"We haven't had him yet. Go him in a double tomorrow," Fred mentioned. "I don't think he'll appreciate any of our Dungbombs as a welcoming gesture, will he Georgie?"

"Huh? Oh yeah no."

"Are you seriously staring at Rosier again? Come on mate, it's not gonna happen."

Blair resisted the urge to look up and felt the searing burn of stares coming from the area of voices. She knew that at least one of the Weasleys' was looking at her and it made her cheeks go warm. It had only been a day into the school year and she already had enough attention for a life time.

"They even sat together in Potions today," Lee added and Blair could imagine the whipping motion Fred's head made as it turned to look at his brother with wide eyes.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah and that had nothing to do with you, did it Lee?" George sassed but he was ignored.

"Did you ask her about the ageing potion?!"

"No."

"Ugh what a waste," Fred rolled his eyes and put his fist against his cheek in feign pouting.

"It wasn't a waste. She helped him with his Living Death draught," Lee added and Fred perked up once more.

"What?! Georgie, you're moving fast!" Fred nudged his elbow into his brother's side with a grin. "Do you have a crushie wushie on Rosier?"

"No I don't!" George couldn't stop the redness rising to his cheeks and shifted his gaze nervously from the Ravenclaw table to his forgotten plate of food. "I'm just being fri-"

"Friendly, we get it!"

Blair nearly laughed.