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Oh. That was...sad, he supposed. Though he sometimes felt like his mum and dad talked too much but that was beside the point. "No...my mum was a Gryffindor. Dad a Hufflpuff...but they were all in school together apparently."
But he did not have time to say more as class began and their professor all to easily stole focus.
Professor Noble, you officially had this 15-year-old's attention. Most of it at least. His eyes did shift to the polystyrene lidded box after the word "harvesting" left the man's lips. No wonder the Potions Master had given him that look when he had stepped into the classroom.
That was what they were doing today, right? Harvesting. But what? Surely nothing rare or that was particularly valuable considering that inexperienced hands would be handling things. The thought made the sixth year's stomach squirm, because harvesting could be delicate work and the fact that some of his peers may not take this seriously or may be careless with their incisions and waste the sacrifice of the creature's life. And Eiji hated waste.
Also...he expected Nina to scream. Or a few someone's to scream. Clearly he had chosen his seat correctly today...unless Jillian was a screamer too...but based on what mum had said about her dad he was banking on more of that potioneer spirit to be in her veins.
Entirely sidetracked now, but with eyes glistening with GLEE towards the professor, the Slytherin remained quiet for this question and kept to his own thoughts instead.
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