(Set before the Slytherin party hosted by Christian)
Harry, I am going to the dungeons to make a simple potion that should give me an interesting look when the Slytherin party comes. You can come along if you want to, its invitation only, but I’d give you an invite. So anyway, come find me in the dungeons, I’ll watch over you so you can experiment with my “awesome” protection. I’m just kidding. Just come find me and we can at least hang out.
Catherine stroked Regina’s feathers. “Hello, beautiful. Would you be so kind as to bring this note to Harry? I promise I’ll have a nice mouse ready for you if you come back tonight.” She said to her pet owl. Her parents had all sorts of pets at home; they all agreed that they felt particularly foolish if they used the baby talk that was normally reserved for speaking to animals. So instead her parents had taught her to talk to animals in a respectful and polite manner, but the age-old knowledge to use food as leverage was liberally applied as well. Catherine wasn’t always sure that Regina understood her exact words, but her owl always delivered the letters and notes and if she told her to come back later for a snack she always did. She stroked Regina one last time and then let her fly out to deliver her note.
She checked that she had everything that she would need for the potion that she had in mind (and extras just in case, well any case really) and then went to the dungeons to look for an empty Potions classroom where she could make her potion with Harry as only company. She didn’t mind company at all, she loved people around her, but with her and Harry creating potions it was different from how she usually hanged with friends. She liked that it was different. For one thing, if something happened in the dungeons with the potions it wouldn’t really affect her image of sexiness. She doubted that Harry even really noticed her sexy attitude.
She slowly and carefully opened dungeon doors, allowing only a peek inside before closing the door again if even one person was inside. She didn’t want somebody to notice her, as people tend to look at who is entering anyway, so she closed the door before anybody noticed that someone was entering. Finally she found a dungeon that was completely empty and she entered. She quickly walked to a table in the centre of the room and went about putting her cauldron in place, making a fire and laying the ingredients on the table. She made sure to always be on the side of the table that had a direct view on the door. You never knew if someone (accidentally) entered this dungeon, pranks weren’t uncommon after all...
Harry loved making potions. There were few things in the world that could get the sixth year to go anywhere faster than the promise of an opportunity to experiment. The Ravenclaw was determined that one of these days he was going to make something that would be useful, something no one had ever thought of before. Considering how much time the sixteen year old spent bent over his cauldron, it was bound to happen sooner or later. He just had to keep trying. No discoveries had ever been made by accident. Well, except for quite a lot of them, actually. Never mind. Didn't matter, there was still a long history of hard work paying off in this sort of thing. Though, come to think of it, every potion the eagle made was an accident. He never had any idea what was going to happen when he started throwing random odds and ends into a cauldron. It wasn't unusual for there to be an explosion. In fact, Harry had gotten rather good at cleaning up messes. That had to count for something, didn't it? If nothing else, he was gaining a useful skill.
When the owl had arrived from Catherine inviting him to join her in dungeons, the eagle had started for the lower levels of the castle immediately. Harry was, at the most basic level, a social creature. As much he loved doing anything--experimenting, running, just relaxing--he loved it all the more if he was doing it with someone else. It was just more fun, and there were always things that happened in groups that couldn't happen when a person was alone. That, and the mention of a party had picqued the Ravenclaw's interest. The sixteen year old was hardly a "party animal"--at least, not what he thought of as a party animal, anyway--but he liked everything that a party usually entailed. The idea of a bunch of people getting together to enjoy one another's company appealed to the boy, and he'd yet to have a negative party experience, which was pretty much enough for him to decide they were a-okay.
It took a bit of searching before the sixth year finally found his friend. He'd accidentally wandered into the wrong room a few times before, finally, he peaked cautiously around a door and spotted Catherine setting up. The boy breathed a sigh of relief. It was amazing what could go on in the dungeons when class wasn't in session. Blimey. Pushing the door farther open, Harry entered the dungeon, sidling up next to Catherine and peering at the ingredients she had laid out on the table. "Hey," he greeted, grinning. "What're you making?" While he listened to his friend's response, Harry began setting up his own cauldron, lighting the fire underneath and rooting around in a cupboard for supplies. The sixth year had been through this particular cupboard at least a dozen times before, but there always seemed to be something new for him to discover. "Aha!" Triumphantlly, the eagle pulled out a strange, fuzzy green object. "It's perfect! It's... what is it?" Scratching his head, the boy shrugged and took it back to the table.