Ana had cut back on a majority of her classes after fifth year O.W.L.s, and Potions was one of the few that managed to survive the cut. She enjoyed the class overall, but it didn't really have much to do with the curriculum. She wasn't too shabby at brewing potions, but the passion simply wasn't there. The reason Ana always looked forward to this time of her week was the quality time in class with her two best mates. The trio could be quite explosive when together, so it was always enjoyable to bounce off of one another in such a setting. That aside, James Potter happened to share this class in common with them. There was rarely a day that passed without the Slytherins taking a jab at him. The boy made it far too easy. He was as thick as thick could be, and Ana took little shame in exploiting his weaknesses at any given time.
For that reason, she kept an eye on that section of the classroom, stirring the ingredients as frequently as Oliver tossed them into the cauldron. Leaning her head in her hand as she looked past her best mate toward James, something else managed to catch her eye for a brief second. Christian Ross, James' partner and fellow Gryffindor, was staring in their direction. It was fleeting at best, but he seemed to be quite taken with Oliver's every move. She narrowed her eyes at him as if sizing up the situation. Before she could direct her mate's attention to the spectacle, however, Chris had returned his attentions to the potion. With a slight smirk, she switched hands to stir with the other. Her arm was growing tired. Give it a few more minutes, she'd likely coax Oliver in to switching positions.
"I realise the moisture from the potion does nothing for your hair, but maybe you could humour me a bit..." she teased Ollie.