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Noble was not amused by Zoryn's suggestion, and clicked his tongue. "You're testing it on your own hair, or you'll be washing up all of the first years' dirty glassware from this morning for the next two hours." He'd already made allowances by offering to test the potion on his own hair, he had no intention of chasing round the castle to find someone else to test it on because the Gryffindor had attention span issues. "By hand," he added sternly, in case she had ideas of getting it done sooner with magic.
The cheek of her request meant her comments about having from dessert were swiftly ignored. If she was that interested, she could watch him from the Lion table at mealtimes; it'd soon become obvious he wasn't a fruit man in the slightest when it came to dessert. And instead of answering about how he spent his downtime, it was business as usual, and he started on with their lesson in earnest. "Place the moonstone in the cauldron, and add half a litre of water. Place the measuring jug on the desk and examine the meniscus at eye level to get a proper reading." Did she see how was doing it? He expected her to do the same. Otherwise he might be tempted to ensure that her potion did something wonky to her hair.
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