Text Cut: Finn
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"No no, no you're not... I mean... I don't... I don't know. Ma-maybe?" He honestly did not know and didn't want to say the wrong thing. An her posture, was she suddenly getting sassy at him, or just playing around for the fun of it? How could one scare her, though? She didn't seem easily scared. "I.. yeah, sure. I'll see what I-I can do." Nod nod nod.
He let out a sigh of relief. So, he supposed this did make him friends with her? Seeing as he had not thought of her as one of those girls? "Guess we're on the... on the same page, then." Good thing, of course. It definitely helped that she was a slytherin too, made things easier for him. "You like potions? Or or experimenting, at least?" That type of subject can be interesting, it was just a lot of time and effort being put into it, though.
Finn followed Beverly's gaze and started to head in the direction she was generally going towards. "Exactly... how many do you need?" He asked, trying to keep apace with her. It seemed like she had been on a good search for them before now. "I-I mean, looks like you've found quite a few al-ready."
Beverly pressed her lips into a thin line--or tried to at least as they fought to rise at the corners in amusement. "I'll let you ponder on that before I decide whether I'm offended or not." She preferred unpredictable, but maybe Finn was a better judge of character than she was. Side-eyeing him, she grinned a little. "I'm not going to punch or hex you if you say something wrong." Maybe. But he didn't have to be scared of saying what he wanted to.
"Suppose we are." She nodded in agreement. On the same page and now they were friends. That's how it worked, yeah? She supposed so. "Both...sort of. I'm really good at potions," she started, but not in a smug way. More in a tone of a person who worked hard for it. "My dad's a Potions Master and my life has been surrounded by all things potions. I guess I'm fond of them now rather than interested." If that made sense. "Do you like brewing or experimenting?" Hmm, Mister Finn?
How many did she need? "Several. I want to keep them stored in case I need them." And it had been an excuse to leave her duties. Shh. Raising her arm, she squeezed the pouch between her index finger and thumb. "Actually I've found zero." Mellow.