Challenge: Minerva wants a word.
Team name: Death Eaters.
"Miss Granger, could I have a word?"
Hermione, blushing, set down her ladle and walked to the teacher's desk for the uncomfortable conversation she'd known was coming.
"You wrote on today's homework assignment that the Draught of the Living Death is prepared 'by mixing baking soda and vinegar.' Care to explain?"
Her heart was thudding in her chest. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't know you would be substituting for Se- Professor Snape today."
Minerva McGonagall frowned at her prize student. "You wanted to be pulled aside by Professor Snape? Is there anything you ought to tell me?"
Hermione swallowed. "No, Professor."