Very nice to meet you

Mixing the ingredients together and adding some of the snakefangs into the potion was all that it needed to get it done.
Ophelia observed carefully how the potion changed its color to dark green and when she marked it as ready, she took a small vial and put a sample in there. Then she cleaned the kettle and looked around. Other students were still working on their potions and as there was still some time before the end of the class, Ophelia could not stop but feel awkward. Even though the lesson wasn't the easiest, she felt as if she was one of those too advanced students who had it all easy when it came to practice. And as she was the one who lived behind the books, she already knew by heard how to do this or that to perform well in the class.

Her eyes stopped on several Ravenclaw students who were still working on their projects and to make it seem as if she was also working on hers, she looked down at the kettle again and bit her lip. it was already empty and all cleaned up and there was not much to do. Too frightened to ask the professor if she could leave earlier, Ophelia just sat there and allowed her fingers slide from one page to another in the open book which had been lying on her table for a while now.

What to do, what to do?

Graham would claim he was skilled at a good many things, not the least of which was Potions and potions mixing. That was just one of the things that managed to make the Ravenclaw impressively bored during his lectures. He always finished the assigned task before he was expected to, which put a damper on things for the students seated around him. While Graham lounged about and made snide comments towards his fellow classmates - of course, those were always directed at the students who struggled the most, weren't they? Or at Hufflepuffs - the rest of his class struggled to keep up.

Well, there was one exception.

Graham turned his gaze on Ophelia, his eyes moving though his chin still pointed at the front of the classroom. No need to draw extra attention. She was sitting at the desk in front of him, a little to the right, and although many may have thought her to be engaged in her work, he was observant enough to note that she had long since finished as well, and was just waiting for class to be out.

Deciding that, if nothing else, he would be amused, Graham sat up and leaned forward on his elbows to the point where he could talk directly to her.

"Done already?" he questioned. "Why you bother to hide the fact is beyond me."

This bored her to no extent, but there was nothing Ophelia could do, so she struggled with her best efforts against the irritating feeling that was growing inside of her.
She knew that she was good at brewing potions or simply following the instructions given to her, but was it really that hard for the others to keep up? She did not know, but as she peeked around, she saw that the students were still focused on their potions. Ophelia sighed. If only she possessed the courage to ask the professor to leave earlier, she would have been long gone from here.

Her eyes fell and she concentrated on the book again, or at least she tried to, since her eyes scanned the words but no information made its way to her brain.

And there it was -- something that would get her thoughts away from those long minutes that were missing from the end of their lesson. A whisper that startled Ophelia first, but then she gathered herself and turned around.

Much to her surprise, or maybe not so much, she was addressed by a fellow Ravenclaw student. She had seen him around, but again, he was one of those she never dared to speak to. He just seemed so dark and powerful compared to her, and his confidence reeked from him. Something that made Ophie envious.

Pushing red locks away from her face, she locked her blue eyes on his face and bit her lip. So he did not bother making a face that he was still busy. Interesting. She supposed he wasn't one of those shy Ravenclaws who wished to stay invisible then.

"Yes." She was busted and there was no reason to lie now. Shrugging, Ophelia turned her gaze towards the professor who was busy reading something behind the table. Looking back at him, she nipped on her lower lip but said nothing. He probably wouldn't understand her desire to stay as unnoticed as possible.