Sloane was so thankful to have smart friends. She could do alright in classes that interested her, which would be enough to get her through school and for something after quidditch, but when it came to classes she didn't like, she was not helpful. At all. "She and Ned will be able to get you through it." Of that she was sure.

Turning her attention back to the potion, Sloane peered warily into the cauldron. "Still purple, it's supposed to be purple." That she remembered from reading through the directions. "Maybe I'm stirring too fast." Had it said to go slowly? She thought she'd kept the same speed as Cam, but hadn't strictly been paying attention during conversation.