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*stiffled laughter*
Though, honestly, no one nickname could come close to describing the potions master. Well, maybe one. But then, Ronan doubted Professor Noble had the ability to care so much for one person that he'd try to protect their son while absolutely hating the child.
Anyway, hardly able to contain his laughter at the farting noises, Ronan turned back to his brewing, stirring until the potion was the appropriate color and consistency. He was about to add the Jobbernoll blood when the poltergeist uttered THAT sentence. The sentence that could land him in big trouble, possibly even cost him the Head Boy's badge.
He slowly put down the cup of blood and turned around to face the two again. What could he say here? He couldn't pretend that Peeves had been completely lying, since the professor had heard at least part of the conversation. At least enough to know that he'd asked the poltergeist to slip someone something. Though, maybe he could salvage something and say he'd never specified the who or what. It was technically true anyway. And the Lingualaxus Truth Serum was definitely not a poison. Might be a little dirty and underhanded, but definitely not a poison. Nor was its use restricted by the Ministry, unlike the Vertiserum that Flynn was brewing.
While all this mental turmoil and gymnastics were going on, Ronan had started leaning against the table holding his potion that he was now facing away from with his arms crossed, eyes seemingly focused on the floor. "I never specified who," he started, eyes moving from the floor to Professor Noble, from there to Flynn and back to the floor before settling back on Flynn for some reason, " and I most definitely never said poison." The other prefect believed him right?
Wait.....why was that so important to all of a sudden? Especially now?
OH.
Crap.
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