Arkee eyed the Hufflepuff boy warily as he dried his cherry blossoms and boiled them in a kettle.
"Something," she muttered to herself, "is not quite right about a person who carries salt and weird liquids to classes, and has them ready at hand. It's convenient, too convenient."
Arkee watched the boy with a suspicious glare, and twitched her nose for good measure.
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