"Well damn, I am also a junior. Do we have to fight for it now?" She plops the book down on the table and starts flipping through pages. "Least I know why you look familiar, now. We must have classes together." She huffs. "And I'd probably even remember which ones, if it wasn't for that damn potion."

Or at least 70% odds, instead of 40%.

She stops on the next page with a triumphant sound. "Aha! Potion recipe staring time?"