Potions is one of those classes that Ambrose either did spectacularly well in, or spectacularly poorly in. He'd preferred the class when Professor Snape was teaching it, as his parent's weren't anything special enough to gain Professor Slughorn's attention. Well, they weren't anything special enough in the professor's eyes. It was also probably part of why he'd ended up with Ridgebit, as opposed to one of the better students in the class. At least it was better than Weasley, he thought to himself, flipping through his book for the instructions.
"You do that," Ambrose said without looking up, skimming over the details of the potion. It seemed easy enough, but they usually did until you actually started doing them. When she came back with the ingredients he finally looked up at her. "So, how are you in this class, anyways?" Ambrose tried to ignore most Hufflepuffs, and she wasn't one of the exceptions as she was neither a pureblood nor in the Inquisitorial Squad. "You're not going to screw everything up, are you?"