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A Different Approach
8. Potions
It had happened again.
“Mr Longbottom, if I picked your brains, would I find anything of value?” Snape sneered, looking at the congealed mess that was supposed to be Neville’s potion. Neville blushed furiously, looking at the floor as the Slytherins laughed sycophantically.
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“Miss Abbott, what colour should your potion be?” Snape asked.
“Green sir.” Hannah shifted uncomfortably.
“So why is it pink?” He sneered.
“Because I made a mistake. I’m not perfect, sir.” She looked up at him defiantly, feeling really quite reckless.
“Clearly. You are treading on thin ice Miss Abbott, very thin.” Snape swept away, bat like.
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