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Another day…another potions lesson. Septimus trudged down to the dungeons with his school bag slung over his shoulder with the stuff he might need for said class. Reaching the correct classroom, the second year stepped inside with just a touch of hesitance. Potions wasn’t a subject he was just bouncing to get to but a necessary within the list of required subjects. Only time would tell if he ever learned to have a propensity for the subject matter.
“Good morning, Professor,” he greeted simply, not wanting to interrupt the look on the man’s face with more chatter than was necessary to be polite. Better that he move to find a seat at a station and await the lesson, his usual curiosity at just what they would be brewing causing his gaze to flicker over the sparse clues present on the side bench. Small bucket…covered trays. Not very much to go on, he could guess practically anything.
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