She expected her to create a real smile when she was frustrated? Did she even know how frustrating that was? However, she snapped her mouth closed, the defensive 'I'm not frustrated' speech already forming at the tip of her tongue. It's like the Professor could read minds.

Placing the devil's weed into the cauldron, her black eyes glanced towards the seeds that were given her. Hmm? Picking one up to eye level, Evelyn suddenly dropped it and froze in place. Poison Hemlock? Brilliant. Something was telling her that she was supposed to be wearing gloves. Quickly doing so, she did as she was told with wetting the pestle just a tad and crushing the seeds into a mush.

The silence, while nice in the classroom, was rather deafening in here. They could both multitask right? "Why did you becoming a potions mistress then? If it was so frustrating."