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Down the end of the potions corridor, past the main classroom and linked to the storeroom, is the potions laboratory. A smaller version of their usual classroom, it’s set up very similarly - lines of benches facing the front, with access to a burner for a cauldron for every pair of chairs. Lining the side walls is storage. In the bottom cupboards you’ll find all the basic equipment, neatly laid out in trays. And on the shelves above can be found the standard potions ingredients. However, if you need anything more specialised, you’ll have to talk to Professor Noble about accessing the storeroom. If you try the door without permission, you’ll find it securely and safely locked; it might even set off a spark or two in warning. At the back of the classroom are a row of sinks and plenty of draining racks. If you use classroom equipment, you’re expected to clean and tidy up after yourselves.
At the front of the room is a sign in book, logbook and list of rules. Before touching anything, please sign in and check the logbook for updates. Professor Noble will regularly be checking, and doesn’t take kindly to unauthorised brewing. There are also several potions books for reference and inspiration.
Rules
Sign in with your name, year, house and potion being brewed.
If you need to leave your station for any reason, leave a note on your desk saying where in the recipe you’ve got up to, and how long you’ll be away. Any unattended potions without this information will be immediately banished.
Put equipment and ingredients back after use. If you’ve broken something or an ingredient is nearly gone, please make a note in the logbook so I’m aware and can get it replaced.
If you make a mess, clean it up. I will know, and extra-curricular brewing privileges will be removed for repeat offenders.
The lab will be open from breakfast and locked an hour before curfew. If you’ll need access outside of this, you will need my prior permission before you start brewing. Please bring me a timetable showing why the potion cannot be completed in normal hours.
Any questions or problems, please come and find me. I’m most likely to be found teaching in the classroom, or in my office.
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Flynn, like on most days, was up to something as he made his way into the potions laboratory. He had been thinking about brewing this potion for a while, even though he knew he might fail at it. It was worth a shot though, right? And since he had nothing else better to do this afternoon, it would be a good time killer to begin working on this six-month-long potion. At least, his Advanced Potion-Making textbook claimed it took six months.
He eyed the sign in book upon arrival and took a quill out of his bag:
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Name: Prefect Kowalski Year:I'm sure you know my year Sixth House: Hiss hiss Potion Brewed: Can't it be a secret?
He dropped the quill back into his bag and found himself a station to begin setting up at.
He pulled his cauldron out of his bag and placed it on the burner. Afterwards, he pulled out his textbook and placed it the table. He located the recipe for Felix Felicis, and he scanned the ingredients list before making his way to the cupboards where he began locating everything he needed.
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It was common for Noble to do a quick sweep through of the lab after mealtimes, checking for unattended cauldrons and giving them a glance over. Today was no different, but the name he saw in the log book definitely was.
Prefect Kowalski.
Flynn Kowalski?!
He might have done a another take in disbelief had it not been for the comment where the potion being brewed should have been listed. "No, it certainly cannot be a secret," Noble said as he turned to properly face the station Flynn had settled at. "Not if you want it to survive past curfew, anyway." Unlabelled brews were vanished at the end of the day, as per his rules. And if his open textbook was anything to go by, this brew needed to survive a whole lot longer than that.
"So... I'd suggest you tell me, unless you want your effort going to waste."
Melbourne looked at the laboratory rules for a moment while waiting to go inside. Oh, so they had to decide which potion they were making before even going into the room…what, what if she didn't know? What…what if she was planning on looking at her textbook and figuring it out on the fly…like, like one of those fast and loose artists out there.
Walking into the lab she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder before heading into the room. Merlin, this w as nerve-wracking. Knowing, all of the knowing and the needing to figure everything out before - before now. She didn't even know what she wanted to be in the future after Hogwarts.
After…that wasn't what she wanted to think about at all. No, merlin she couldn't, that would mean. A year without her best friend. A. year. Without Kirk…but now as she stood awkwardly by one of the work tables she couldn't figure out the potion she wanted to make…no, needed to make. Sitting down on the stool she. Simply began to scour through her book…looking at the potions created by students she knew what she needed to do.
She needed to try making a human and wizard version of someone named…Aditya Rehamn's Calming draught for animals…maybe just a regular calming. Draught they had that right?
Okay…she could do this. Taking her quill she wrote down the needed information.
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This was not the first time Derf had visited the potions laboratory this term but it WAS the first time he was doing so in the company of one Abraham Botros Jr.. Moving away from his Gryffindor to check the logbook, Derf picked up the quill to sign them both in. Somehow, between the two of them, perhaps today would be the day that the fourth year finally successfully brewed a potion properly. Well, save for that one Polyjuice Potion but he had had his dad's naive assistance on that one otherwise it would have failed miserably - more so than procuring a Levi Kenning with blonde hair at least. His feet could hardly remain stationary on the floor, tapping and rocking to and fro on his heels as he somehow found the focus enough to finish up step one.
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Name: Derfael Ashburry-Hawtorne & Abraham Botros Jr
Year: 4th
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Potion Brewing: COMANTIS BESTIARIUS
Setting the quill down, he glanced over his shoulder with an eager grin at Abey. "Let's get the ingredients then! What...you reckon we should try to turn into?"
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Zoryn begrudgingly made her way to the lab from her nice cozy four-poster bed. It wasn't fair, y'know? How come her parents were SO invested in her marks? It's not like she was going to do anything with her Hogwarts certificate when this was all over. They didn't ask you about the OWLs you received before casting you in a movie. Therefore, classes fell secondary to just about anything else.
She was here, however, by the pure force of parental rage.
Which is why she stood just outside of the lab, weighing out the options she had before her. She could skip the remedial lesson. Surely Professor Noble would rather have the time for himself, maybe she could even intercept the letters from this point forward? Her parents couldn't be outraged if they weren't in the know.
Could she stand out here forever?
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Melbourne looked at the laboratory rules for a moment while waiting to go inside. Oh, so they had to decide which potion they were making before even going into the room…what, what if she didn't know? What…what if she was planning on looking at her textbook and figuring it out on the fly…like, like one of those fast and loose artists out there.
Walking into the lab she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder before heading into the room. Merlin, this w as nerve-wracking. Knowing, all of the knowing and the needing to figure everything out before - before now. She didn't even know what she wanted to be in the future after Hogwarts.
After…that wasn't what she wanted to think about at all. No, merlin she couldn't, that would mean. A year without her best friend. A. year. Without Kirk…but now as she stood awkwardly by one of the work tables she couldn't figure out the potion she wanted to make…no, needed to make. Sitting down on the stool she. Simply began to scour through her book…looking at the potions created by students she knew what she needed to do.
She needed to try making a human and wizard version of someone named…Aditya Rehamn's Calming draught for animals…maybe just a regular calming. Draught they had that right?
Okay…she could do this. Taking her quill she wrote down the needed information.
He'd been on his way back from the library, a couple of new books in tow, when he'd seen Melbourne enter the lab. He spent a few minutes dropping off the volumes in his office, and feeding Annie, before returning to see how she was getting on.
"A calming draught, Melbourne?" Noble gave a satisfied nod. It was suitable potion for practice indeed. "Have you thought about which variant?" There were a few on offer, depending on how potent or complex she desired the outcome to be.
SPOILER!!: Derfael
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This was not the first time Derf had visited the potions laboratory this term but it WAS the first time he was doing so in the company of one Abraham Botros Jr.. Moving away from his Gryffindor to check the logbook, Derf picked up the quill to sign them both in. Somehow, between the two of them, perhaps today would be the day that the fourth year finally successfully brewed a potion properly. Well, save for that one Polyjuice Potion but he had had his dad's naive assistance on that one otherwise it would have failed miserably - more so than procuring a Levi Kenning with blonde hair at least. His feet could hardly remain stationary on the floor, tapping and rocking to and fro on his heels as he somehow found the focus enough to finish up step one.
Setting the quill down, he glanced over his shoulder with an eager grin at Abey. "Let's get the ingredients then! What...you reckon we should try to turn into?"
His presence might not have been immediately obvious, loitering at the back of the classroom and quietly refilling containers of ingredients. But he was there, and he heard the Prefect's comment clearly.
"It'd depend what you've brought, would it not, Prefect?" There was a distinctly unimpressed tone to the man's voice. No, he didn't know what potion they were attempting to make, but he could hazard a few guesses. And turning into anything usually required a bit of the anything.
"I'd hope you'd know to come to my lab a little more prepared."
SPOILER!!: Zoryn
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Zoryn begrudgingly made her way to the lab from her nice cozy four-poster bed. It wasn't fair, y'know? How come her parents were SO invested in her marks? It's not like she was going to do anything with her Hogwarts certificate when this was all over. They didn't ask you about the OWLs you received before casting you in a movie. Therefore, classes fell secondary to just about anything else.
She was here, however, by the pure force of parental rage.
Which is why she stood just outside of the lab, weighing out the options she had before her. She could skip the remedial lesson. Surely Professor Noble would rather have the time for himself, maybe she could even intercept the letters from this point forward? Her parents couldn't be outraged if they weren't in the know.
Could she stand out here forever?
Checking his watch, Noble put away the homework he'd been marking. It was less than impressive, and he wasn't convinced that his morning was about to get any better over the next hour. But he might be pleasantly surprised; the girl's parents had been overly enthusiastic about the idea of remedial classes, and it might help save a poor cauldron or three over the rest of the academic year.
Pulling his office door shut behind him, Noble raised an eyebrow as he saw his student stood there. "The door won't bite," he said pointedly.
The sooner she went in and started, the sooner they'd be done.
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Checking his watch, Noble put away the homework he'd been marking. It was less than impressive, and he wasn't convinced that his morning was about to get any better over the next hour. But he might be pleasantly surprised; the girl's parents had been overly enthusiastic about the idea of remedial classes, and it might help save a poor cauldron or three over the rest of the academic year.
Pulling his office door shut behind him, Noble raised an eyebrow as he saw his student stood there. "The door won't bite," he said pointedly.
The sooner she went in and started, the sooner they'd be done.
Forget this, she was skipping.
Uh.
Or not.
Of course it was her bloody luck to make the decision right as her Professor showed up. The Gryffindor took a few steps back after having bumped right into the man's torso. Uh. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the look on her face and that I-just-got-caught-doing-something-I'm-not-supposed-to-be-doing jerk reaction of the body. Perfectly reasonable explanation.
Which she was about to come up with... Right about....
"Hey, Professor," Now? Now would be a good time for her brain to get with the program. "Soooo I was thinking, what if we just didn't do the remedial stuff and say we did?" It was a slim possibility that he'd agree, but if she didn't ask she wouldn't know? Right?
"I'd get more time to do ALL the stuff I have to do, I'm a very busy person," she was in the musical AND the captain of the quidditch team AND an aspiring actress, did he know? "And you'd get more time to do...... whatever you do," she waved her hand here. "Win-win."
And CUE the grin of a genius protege.
See? For the good of all.
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Of course it was her bloody luck to make the decision right as her Professor showed up. The Gryffindor took a few steps back after having bumped right into the man's torso. Uh. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for the look on her face and that I-just-got-caught-doing-something-I'm-not-supposed-to-be-doing jerk reaction of the body. Perfectly reasonable explanation.
Which she was about to come up with... Right about....
"Hey, Professor," Now? Now would be a good time for her brain to get with the program. "Soooo I was thinking, what if we just didn't do the remedial stuff and say we did?" It was a slim possibility that he'd agree, but if she didn't ask she wouldn't know? Right?
"I'd get more time to do ALL the stuff I have to do, I'm a very busy person," she was in the musical AND the captain of the quidditch team AND an aspiring actress, did he know? "And you'd get more time to do...... whatever you do," she waved her hand here. "Win-win."
And CUE the grin of a genius protege.
See? For the good of all.
It seemed the Gryffindor Captain was a little confused, as rather than heading through the doorway she walked straight back into him. Noble stood still for a moment, hands in pockets, simply raising an eyebrow at her suggestion.
"Lie, you mean?"
For an odd moment, it looked like he was properly considering the idea, but his eyes soon flashed angrily and his throat growled. It was no wonder she was a Gryffindor; suggesting such an idea to this particular potions professor was brave indeed. But also, quite frankly, stupid. The man was not amused, and he was now reconsidering the material he'd been planning to teach for the sheer cheek of her request.
Despite his dour manner Professor Noble was quickly becoming one of Melbourne's favorite potions Professors…it was interesting considering her two favorite professors of this term were…well, opposites. Professor Noble was stern as stern could be and Professor Vance…well, she was far more light and airy in her demeanor.
The satisfied nod she received when her potion was inquired upon just seemed to make her grin. Right…which variant did she want to make that, that was the question. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure?" she offered with a pause, "I was debating actually trying to make a new variant if that is possible?" she offered with a small grin before pulling a book of herbs out.
"if not…I'd probably say a stronger variant as I know I'll need something for anxiety and nerves when NEWTs come along…and who knows maybe it could help other people?" she offered with a small smile. "do you have any suggestions?...I was leaning towards making an effervescent potion utilizing Ylang Ylang, maybe lime, and possibly Magnolia…something light and floral" she offered with a small smile and the nice thing about that was that she could possibly just made a soap or something even muggles could use.
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It was common for Noble to do a quick sweep through of the lab after mealtimes, checking for unattended cauldrons and giving them a glance over. Today was no different, but the name he saw in the log book definitely was.
Prefect Kowalski.
Flynn Kowalski?!
He might have done a another take in disbelief had it not been for the comment where the potion being brewed should have been listed. "No, it certainly cannot be a secret," Noble said as he turned to properly face the station Flynn had settled at. "Not if you want it to survive past curfew, anyway." Unlabelled brews were vanished at the end of the day, as per his rules. And if his open textbook was anything to go by, this brew needed to survive a whole lot longer than that.
"So... I'd suggest you tell me, unless you want your effort going to waste."
Flynn internally cringed when he heard that voice. Lucifier's voice. He almost bumped his head on the frame of the cupboard as he stood up with his ingredients in hand, and he made a glance over in the man's direction. There were many things he wanted to say, mostly about how UNfun Professor Noble was, but he refrained from doing so since he sure he was still in deep water with the whole book-stealing fiasco. Instead, he gave the man the silent treatment for a few seconds as he put his ingredients down on the table next to his cauldron.
"If you must know,"party-pooper Noble, "it's Felix Felicis."
Could he leave him alone now? He wasn't breaking any rules.... yet.
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It seemed the Gryffindor Captain was a little confused, as rather than heading through the doorway she walked straight back into him. Noble stood still for a moment, hands in pockets, simply raising an eyebrow at her suggestion.
"Lie, you mean?"
For an odd moment, it looked like he was properly considering the idea, but his eyes soon flashed angrily and his throat growled. It was no wonder she was a Gryffindor; suggesting such an idea to this particular potions professor was brave indeed. But also, quite frankly, stupid. The man was not amused, and he was now reconsidering the material he'd been planning to teach for the sheer cheek of her request.
"Inside. NOW."
"Not really, it's just stretching the truth," the Gryffindor offered the old man a SMILE. If he felt uncomfortable with it, Zoryn could take the lead. She was VERY good at stretching the truth, much better than she was at potions (not that difficult tbh).
And for a moment, it looked like he was willing!!!
Or not.
Before she knew it, he was getting all angry and actually GROWLED at her. Who was this guy??!?! That's all it took for the Gryffindor to scamper into the room and to her ultimate demise (((she was NOT being dramatic, this would bore her to DEATH))).
"Y'know Professor..." Could they call it quits now? "You didn't have to get all grumpy." Maybe they could talk about his anger management instead? Zoryn could be SUPER good at talking about that sort of stuff.
Anyways, this was enough work for one day.
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It had taken a lot of convincing to get Abra all the way down to the Potions Laboratory. He was not a fan of the subject to start with, and was even less of a fan of the dungeon corridors; they were too much like things he preferred not to think about. The prospect of quality time with his Hufflepuff had done the trick, and then it didn't hurt that there was the added bonus of maybe getting a little bit of non-classroom (and therefore stress-free) practice in so he maybe wasn't so horrific at brewing by the time the next Potions class rolled around.
But that part was a bonus and actually wouldn't have remotely tempted him had it been anyone but Derf doing the tempting.
Speaking of Derf, Abra went ahead and let him do all the writing, because that was his strength, so naturally it was his job. And... well, actually, creatures were Derf's strength too, but he'd let Abra do the animal-choosing job when it came to getting the fur they needed, and told him what he needed to do once he had decided, and Abra had done just that.
"I thou-" He broke off suddenly at the sound of another familiar voice in the room, and jumped perhaps a foot in the air in his surprise. Heart pounding wildly, he span around and looked towards the source, but he already know that Noble was right there. Discomfort gripped him, and his stomach began doing flips in the really-not-fun way. This was just as bad - perhaps worse - than being scrutinised during an actual lesson. Without there being a whole class of people to focus on, all their mistakes would be noticed and maybe remarked upon and maybe even mocked and laughed at and just... Merlin. Why hadn't it occurred to him that Noble wouldn't let students brew potions unsupervised? It seemed so OBVIOUS now.
The comment about being unprepared, however, was enough to ignite something within Abra. He remembered losing points for actually properly literally being unprepared for a lesson, and now that it wasn't actually the case actually, his face burned and he felt a sudden rush of something to his head. Being called out for stuff was one thing, but it was a whole OTHER thing when actually it wasn't true.
"Ithoughtwecouldusecathairs," Abra blurted out, his words coming out far louder than he wanted them to, so that they seemed to echo around the room and also around his ears for a million years even once he wasn't talking anymore. His face flushed a little more, and he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small phial of cat hairs before speaking again, quieter now. "Squigs donated these."
Thinking about Squigs soothed Abra's temper somewhat, so... that was good. Imagining what it would be like to BE a cat - his favourite animal, by the way - also helped. He swallowed hard, and continued, trying to pretend it really was just the two of them in there, to keep the anxiety at bay if at all possible. He spoke so incredibly quietly, however.
"Maybe if you double check the instructions and keep the notes, and I'll sort the animal ingredients you don't want to do and check the colour of the potion as we go, that might work?" Uh... in theory. They'd figure out the rest as they went along, but those were at least the weak areas they could help out each other with.
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Despite his dour manner Professor Noble was quickly becoming one of Melbourne's favorite potions Professors…it was interesting considering her two favorite professors of this term were…well, opposites. Professor Noble was stern as stern could be and Professor Vance…well, she was far more light and airy in her demeanor.
The satisfied nod she received when her potion was inquired upon just seemed to make her grin. Right…which variant did she want to make that, that was the question. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure?" she offered with a pause, "I was debating actually trying to make a new variant if that is possible?" she offered with a small grin before pulling a book of herbs out.
"if not…I'd probably say a stronger variant as I know I'll need something for anxiety and nerves when NEWTs come along…and who knows maybe it could help other people?" she offered with a small smile. "do you have any suggestions?...I was leaning towards making an effervescent potion utilizing Ylang Ylang, maybe lime, and possibly Magnolia…something light and floral" she offered with a small smile and the nice thing about that was that she could possibly just made a soap or something even muggles could use.
A new variant? Ambitious, for sure, but not outside of her capabilities. “If it’s for exam nerves, I wouldn’t mess with the standard potency too much,” he guided. He was open to letting her decide for herself quite exactly what she wanted to try; experimenting was a good thing. “Some adrenaline is good for performance. Too calm, and you won’t get that natural boost.” A lot of good brewing was understanding the true purpose of the final product. Calming could be done in many ways, not all of them chemical.
Which is why her next suggestions earnt the hint of a smile. “That sounds like a decent basis for a calming tonic, yes. I would suggest camomile as a possible floral base too.” He looked thoughtful a moment. “You could try substituting the pint of water for an infused tea if you want…I think that could work to good effect with any of the floral options.”
SPOILER!!: Flynn
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Flynn internally cringed when he heard that voice. Lucifier's voice. He almost bumped his head on the frame of the cupboard as he stood up with his ingredients in hand, and he made a glance over in the man's direction. There were many things he wanted to say, mostly about how UNfun Professor Noble was, but he refrained from doing so since he sure he was still in deep water with the whole book-stealing fiasco. Instead, he gave the man the silent treatment for a few seconds as he put his ingredients down on the table next to his cauldron.
"If you must know,"party-pooper Noble, "it's Felix Felicis."
Could he leave him alone now? He wasn't breaking any rules.... yet.
“Ah, liquid luck. Ambitious, indeed,” Noble said, his gaze running over the ingredients the Slytherin had been gathering at his workstation. A sixth month long process. He honestly didn’t think the Prefect had the stamina to successfully complete the brew, and fully expected it to have boiled dry before the end of the week. Regardless, if the kid wanted to try it, he was welcome to. If he succeeded, maybe the Prefect would realise that he had some talent in the subject if he could only be bothered to put as much effort into learning as he did riling up his Professor. If he failed, well…felix felicis was known for having quite the disastrous failures. Reactive, even. An exploded cauldron might be the least of his worries. A learning point indeed.
Noble adjusted this robes on his shoulders, before leaning back against the front desk. “I’d suggest grating fresh horseradish, rather than using dry.”
SPOILER!!: Zoryn
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"Not really, it's just stretching the truth," the Gryffindor offered the old man a SMILE. If he felt uncomfortable with it, Zoryn could take the lead. She was VERY good at stretching the truth, much better than she was at potions (not that difficult tbh).
And for a moment, it looked like he was willing!!!
Or not.
Before she knew it, he was getting all angry and actually GROWLED at her. Who was this guy??!?! That's all it took for the Gryffindor to scamper into the room and to her ultimate demise (((she was NOT being dramatic, this would bore her to DEATH))).
"Y'know Professor..." Could they call it quits now? "You didn't have to get all grumpy." Maybe they could talk about his anger management instead? Zoryn could be SUPER good at talking about that sort of stuff.
Anyways, this was enough work for one day.
Apparently the truth was very elastic in Zoryn’s mind, if she thought it could stretch that far. Noble wasn’t impressed by the suggestion in the slightest, and he was re-evaluating his previous thought to teach her whilst making an actual potion. Maybe they should go completely back to basics, and she could just measure out the ingredients he needed for the first years for tomorrow morning. Boring and repetitive for sure, but maybe it would have more impact on her?
“And you didn’t have to try and skive off,” Noble responded dryly, following her into the classroom. “I was going to suggest a hair colour changing potion for today’s topic…but now I’m not so sure.” He mused on the thought for a few moments, before smirk slowly spread across his lips. “No, no…I think we will stick with that. However, whatever you produce will be tested on your own hair before you can leave.” That should be an incentive for her to complete it appropriately, no?
SPOILER!!: Abra
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It had taken a lot of convincing to get Abra all the way down to the Potions Laboratory. He was not a fan of the subject to start with, and was even less of a fan of the dungeon corridors; they were too much like things he preferred not to think about. The prospect of quality time with his Hufflepuff had done the trick, and then it didn't hurt that there was the added bonus of maybe getting a little bit of non-classroom (and therefore stress-free) practice in so he maybe wasn't so horrific at brewing by the time the next Potions class rolled around.
But that part was a bonus and actually wouldn't have remotely tempted him had it been anyone but Derf doing the tempting.
Speaking of Derf, Abra went ahead and let him do all the writing, because that was his strength, so naturally it was his job. And... well, actually, creatures were Derf's strength too, but he'd let Abra do the animal-choosing job when it came to getting the fur they needed, and told him what he needed to do once he had decided, and Abra had done just that.
"I thou-" He broke off suddenly at the sound of another familiar voice in the room, and jumped perhaps a foot in the air in his surprise. Heart pounding wildly, he span around and looked towards the source, but he already know that Noble was right there. Discomfort gripped him, and his stomach began doing flips in the really-not-fun way. This was just as bad - perhaps worse - than being scrutinised during an actual lesson. Without there being a whole class of people to focus on, all their mistakes would be noticed and maybe remarked upon and maybe even mocked and laughed at and just... Merlin. Why hadn't it occurred to him that Noble wouldn't let students brew potions unsupervised? It seemed so OBVIOUS now.
The comment about being unprepared, however, was enough to ignite something within Abra. He remembered losing points for actually properly literally being unprepared for a lesson, and now that it wasn't actually the case actually, his face burned and he felt a sudden rush of something to his head. Being called out for stuff was one thing, but it was a whole OTHER thing when actually it wasn't true.
"Ithoughtwecouldusecathairs," Abra blurted out, his words coming out far louder than he wanted them to, so that they seemed to echo around the room and also around his ears for a million years even once he wasn't talking anymore. His face flushed a little more, and he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small phial of cat hairs before speaking again, quieter now. "Squigs donated these."
Thinking about Squigs soothed Abra's temper somewhat, so... that was good. Imagining what it would be like to BE a cat - his favourite animal, by the way - also helped. He swallowed hard, and continued, trying to pretend it really was just the two of them in there, to keep the anxiety at bay if at all possible. He spoke so incredibly quietly, however.
"Maybe if you double check the instructions and keep the notes, and I'll sort the animal ingredients you don't want to do and check the colour of the potion as we go, that might work?" Uh... in theory. They'd figure out the rest as they went along, but those were at least the weak areas they could help out each other with.
Cat hairs? Noble’s lip twitched, and he nodded at the Gryffindor. “Glad to hear you learnt your lesson, Abraham,” he responded, gathering the jars he’d just refilled and levitating them back towards the storage cupboard. He stacked them neatly, crossing back across the classroom.
“Well, if you boys need me at all, I’ll be next door.” He didn’t necessarily expect them to succeed in their quest, but he didn’t need to stand over their attempt. He had much better things to be doing…and a stack of woefully poor essays to mark.
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Apparently the truth was very elastic in Zoryn’s mind, if she thought it could stretch that far. Noble wasn’t impressed by the suggestion in the slightest, and he was re-evaluating his previous thought to teach her whilst making an actual potion. Maybe they should go completely back to basics, and she could just measure out the ingredients he needed for the first years for tomorrow morning. Boring and repetitive for sure, but maybe it would have more impact on her?
“And you didn’t have to try and skive off,” Noble responded dryly, following her into the classroom. “I was going to suggest a hair colour changing potion for today’s topic…but now I’m not so sure.” He mused on the thought for a few moments, before smirk slowly spread across his lips. “No, no…I think we will stick with that. However, whatever you produce will be tested on your own hair before you can leave.” That should be an incentive for her to complete it appropriately, no?
No offense, but Zoryn didn't see his point. Of course she had to try and skive off!!! 'Cause what if he had agreed and then they wouldn't be wasting their time doing something that neither of them actually wanted to do. See, actually, Zor was trying to do both of them a favor out of the real goodness of her own heart. Professor Noble just didn't appreciate her enough.
......... Okay so like, she wasn't about to admit it or anything.... But a hair color changing potion sounded kind of cool........
But again, NOT GONNA ADMIT IT!!!
Until he said that.
"What?!" But what if the potion went super wrong like the pumpkin soup one and then her hair turned GREEN or worse: GINGER!!!! "That cannot be legal," she gave Professor Noble a utterly skeptical look. There was no way she was gonna be her own test dummy.
If anything they ought to test it on HIS hair. Could help with that whole greying situation, y'know?
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It was a good job she'd kept the greying comment to herself. There more than a few silver hairs speckled over his scalp, but he was happy to ignore their presence, thank you very much. Unfortunately, he was becoming convinced that this year's batch of Prefects had taken it upon themselves to ensure he was inducted into the grey-haired club with Myers before the term was out.
A smirk settled on his lips at Zoryn's reaction as he swept around the front of the desk he'd designated for her lesson, and to the one where he'd be demonstrating. "A simple incentive for you to just make it properly," he stated, setting a cauldron out over the burner. "Unethical, I'd suggest, rather than illegal." It wasn't like he was making her consume anything. Nor was a good quality result out of her reach, if she actually paid attention to the details. There were only four ingredients to manage, after all.
"Now, if you'd turn to page 364 of you textbook, we can talk through the recipe."
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It had taken a lot of convincing to get Abra all the way down to the Potions Laboratory. He was not a fan of the subject to start with, and was even less of a fan of the dungeon corridors; they were too much like things he preferred not to think about. The prospect of quality time with his Hufflepuff had done the trick, and then it didn't hurt that there was the added bonus of maybe getting a little bit of non-classroom (and therefore stress-free) practice in so he maybe wasn't so horrific at brewing by the time the next Potions class rolled around.
But that part was a bonus and actually wouldn't have remotely tempted him had it been anyone but Derf doing the tempting.
Speaking of Derf, Abra went ahead and let him do all the writing, because that was his strength, so naturally it was his job. And... well, actually, creatures were Derf's strength too, but he'd let Abra do the animal-choosing job when it came to getting the fur they needed, and told him what he needed to do once he had decided, and Abra had done just that.
"I thou-" He broke off suddenly at the sound of another familiar voice in the room, and jumped perhaps a foot in the air in his surprise. Heart pounding wildly, he span around and looked towards the source, but he already know that Noble was right there. Discomfort gripped him, and his stomach began doing flips in the really-not-fun way. This was just as bad - perhaps worse - than being scrutinised during an actual lesson. Without there being a whole class of people to focus on, all their mistakes would be noticed and maybe remarked upon and maybe even mocked and laughed at and just... Merlin. Why hadn't it occurred to him that Noble wouldn't let students brew potions unsupervised? It seemed so OBVIOUS now.
The comment about being unprepared, however, was enough to ignite something within Abra. He remembered losing points for actually properly literally being unprepared for a lesson, and now that it wasn't actually the case actually, his face burned and he felt a sudden rush of something to his head. Being called out for stuff was one thing, but it was a whole OTHER thing when actually it wasn't true.
"Ithoughtwecouldusecathairs," Abra blurted out, his words coming out far louder than he wanted them to, so that they seemed to echo around the room and also around his ears for a million years even once he wasn't talking anymore. His face flushed a little more, and he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small phial of cat hairs before speaking again, quieter now. "Squigs donated these."
Thinking about Squigs soothed Abra's temper somewhat, so... that was good. Imagining what it would be like to BE a cat - his favourite animal, by the way - also helped. He swallowed hard, and continued, trying to pretend it really was just the two of them in there, to keep the anxiety at bay if at all possible. He spoke so incredibly quietly, however.
"Maybe if you double check the instructions and keep the notes, and I'll sort the animal ingredients you don't want to do and check the colour of the potion as we go, that might work?" Uh... in theory. They'd figure out the rest as they went along, but those were at least the weak areas they could help out each other with.
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Cat hairs? Noble’s lip twitched, and he nodded at the Gryffindor. “Glad to hear you learnt your lesson, Abraham,” he responded, gathering the jars he’d just refilled and levitating them back towards the storage cupboard. He stacked them neatly, crossing back across the classroom.
“Well, if you boys need me at all, I’ll be next door.” He didn’t necessarily expect them to succeed in their quest, but he didn’t need to stand over their attempt. He had much better things to be doing…and a stack of woefully poor essays to mark.
Derf nearly jumped out of his skin when Professor Noble's voice seemingly came out of nowhere. Okay so not EXACTLY out of no where and of course the man would be in the room, but Derf had certainly not expected him to unceremoniously interrupt them...with some more negative commentary and assumptions of sorts. The Hufflepuff would never deny the man knew what he was doing, but he often felt like the man was a dementor only instead of sucking joy and happiness from the world...he sucked motivation. Because right now Derf felt like a crup with his tail between his legs and wishing to slink riiiiiiiiight back out of the room.
Tongue-tied, Derf sorta just ramble bumbled at under his breath trying to find SOMETHING to say when Abey came to the rescue. Sorta. At least the Potions Master had his answer in there...and then it was Derf's turn to feel his temper rise a little at the retort from the man to his Gryffindor. Yes, guard dog status was still very much a thing for the Hufflepuff when it came to his best mate. At least he wasn't baring his teeth or anything like he had with the Charms professor? Progress. Ish.
Maybe.
Eeeeeh.
"Thanks....professor," he somehow managed to get out as he watched the man cross the classroom, but his attention was soon back on Abey as the best friend offered some suggestions about how to proceed. "Sound's good," he nodded. "Though...I've sorta had this recipe memorized since first year," he added with a small boyish chuckle and some hair ruffling. "But definitely gonna need your help with color and...uh...adding the leeches."
Because...poor leeches...and he was gonna have to look away when they went plop plop plop into the cauldron.
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It was a good job she'd kept the greying comment to herself. There more than a few silver hairs speckled over his scalp, but he was happy to ignore their presence, thank you very much. Unfortunately, he was becoming convinced that this year's batch of Prefects had taken it upon themselves to ensure he was inducted into the grey-haired club with Myers before the term was out.
A smirk settled on his lips at Zoryn's reaction as he swept around the front of the desk he'd designated for her lesson, and to the one where he'd be demonstrating. "A simple incentive for you to just make it properly," he stated, setting a cauldron out over the burner. "Unethical, I'd suggest, rather than illegal." It wasn't like he was making her consume anything. Nor was a good quality result out of her reach, if she actually paid attention to the details. There were only four ingredients to manage, after all.
"Now, if you'd turn to page 364 of you textbook, we can talk through the recipe."
"If I've gotta use it on my hair, then it's only fair if you use it on yours too," she frowned.
The young girl stared at the older man. He was 100% pure evil. Of course, everyone else in the school definitely agreed. Zoryn Spinnet couldn't think of one person she knew who actually liked the guy. He was way too bitter, maybe if she helped him find love then he'd soften up and be NICE. Wait a bloody minute. If he found love, he'd be SO distracted that he'd have to cancel the rest of their remedial lessons together.
IT WAS GENIUS. IT WAS FAIL-PROOF. IT WAS THE MOST BRILLIANT IDEA OF HER ENTIRE EXISTENCE.
And they said she was dumb.
Of course, with this plan as her new priority... Zor actually had to go along with whatever Professor N was going on about. Which meant she was now turning her textbook to page 364. "Speaking of recipes, Sir..." She kept her finger on the page, as she turned her head to look up at him with an innocent look. "What's your favorite dessert?"
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Fair? Noble gave a wry smile. "Okay. How about this? I test my potion on my hair...and if you've followed the directions exactly," which there was absolutely no reason she shouldn't be able to do when she was getting a personal, up close demonstration, "You'll know yours will work as planned too." And if she didn't follow the directions...well, that was her problem. He'd still make sure she'd tested it before she was allowed to leave. He only meant on a small patch of course, but right now, he felt no need to clarify.
And it seemed like there was progress already, since a textbook was being opened, and she seemed oddly attentive, albeit not exactly on topic.
His favourite dessert? Noble raised an eyebrow. What did that have to do with anything? If Zoryn was trying to bribe him for the next lesson...well, for one, she clearly hadn't read his rules. And second, he had a strong suspicion Zoryn's cooking was probably like her potions work, so he would be staying well away from any handmade supposedly edible creations she presented. Honestly, he liked a lot of sweet treats, as anyone watching his eating habits in the Great Hall could attest to.
"Can't go wrong with a crème brûlée," he answered, laying out his scales ready and expecting her to follow suit. "But I do like a spot of sherry trifle too."
And if she wasn't trying to bribe him, and just hoped talking about dessert would distract them from their task, she was sadly mistaken. After a moment's pause to straighten his robes, he continued on with his instructing without missing a beat.
"You'll find the nettles and belladonna on the shelves over there," he gestured to the side wall, where the standard ingredients were kept. "The moonstone is kept in the storage cupboard." He unholstered his wand, and with a flick of his wrist, the storage cupboard door unlocked.
Derf nearly jumped out of his skin when Professor Noble's voice seemingly came out of nowhere. Okay so not EXACTLY out of no where and of course the man would be in the room, but Derf had certainly not expected him to unceremoniously interrupt them...with some more negative commentary and assumptions of sorts. The Hufflepuff would never deny the man knew what he was doing, but he often felt like the man was a dementor only instead of sucking joy and happiness from the world...he sucked motivation. Because right now Derf felt like a crup with his tail between his legs and wishing to slink riiiiiiiiight back out of the room.
Tongue-tied, Derf sorta just ramble bumbled at under his breath trying to find SOMETHING to say when Abey came to the rescue. Sorta. At least the Potions Master had his answer in there...and then it was Derf's turn to feel his temper rise a little at the retort from the man to his Gryffindor. Yes, guard dog status was still very much a thing for the Hufflepuff when it came to his best mate. At least he wasn't baring his teeth or anything like he had with the Charms professor? Progress. Ish.
Maybe.
Eeeeeh.
"Thanks....professor," he somehow managed to get out as he watched the man cross the classroom, but his attention was soon back on Abey as the best friend offered some suggestions about how to proceed. "Sound's good," he nodded. "Though...I've sorta had this recipe memorized since first year," he added with a small boyish chuckle and some hair ruffling. "But definitely gonna need your help with color and...uh...adding the leeches."
Because...poor leeches...and he was gonna have to look away when they went plop plop plop into the cauldron.
Oh, ouch. Ouch. OUCH.
Abra actually visibly winced at the reminder of his shortcomings in that one Potions lesson. The disaster. Or, more specifically, one of the many disasters, because he couldn't remember ever having had a fully successful Potions lesson, but that wasn't the point. Abra didn't really know how to respond to Noble's comment at all, so he settled for what tried to be a polite smile and ended up just a grimace instead... and then relief flooded him when it turned out they would actually be alone for the potion brewing.
"I didn't think we'd be allowed to actually do this whole thing without Noble watching," Abra mumbled, partly to himself but also partly for Derf's benefit - maybe his friend being a prefect had a big part to play in all of it. He nodded along when Derf spoke, but stilled abruptly at that one part.
It was all he could do not to give a huff of frustration. Even though he knew, rationally, that Derf didn't mean it that way, it sounded a bit like bragging when he said about having memorised the potion. Since first year. Of course, it was probably because of the creature aspect of it that he remembered it so well, and not a comment about how he could remember school things and book things so much better than Abra could. Yes. Abra knew that, but it was a real effort to ignore that nagging little feeling at the back of his mind that tried to tell him otherwise, that he was being mocked or something. Ignore it he did, though, and even managed to bite back an impulsive retort. Do not be a jerk when it is one million percent uncalled for, Abraham Altaïr Botros. Not to someone who is nothing but good to you even when you are a jerk. Maybe quit being so sensitive while you're at it, jeez.
Ahem. Yes. So. Right. Um. Colour and leeches. "Yes, I can do that." No problem, actually. Or... well, yes, maybe there was a little bit of a problem with the colour, but it was the exact opposite of what Derf had to contend with, which was definitely a lot more dangerous in brewing potions, so Abra felt like he could still manage it. "So, what do we need for it?" Merlin, he was already wondering if this had been such a good idea. Maybe he should have stuck to doing something he was actually good at for the day.
But, you know, it really wasn't bad at all that Derf had memorised the brewing process for this potion, because it meant he could have all that information ready. That wasn't to say that Abra wasn't maybe a little bit jealous of that kind of ability, but it saved them a lot of hassle when he thought about it, and would probably get them out of here quicker, on onto funner and better things.
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Fair? Noble gave a wry smile. "Okay. How about this? I test my potion on my hair...and if you've followed the directions exactly," which there was absolutely no reason she shouldn't be able to do when she was getting a personal, up close demonstration, "You'll know yours will work as planned too." And if she didn't follow the directions...well, that was her problem. He'd still make sure she'd tested it before she was allowed to leave. He only meant on a small patch of course, but right now, he felt no need to clarify.
And it seemed like there was progress already, since a textbook was being opened, and she seemed oddly attentive, albeit not exactly on topic.
His favourite dessert? Noble raised an eyebrow. What did that have to do with anything? If Zoryn was trying to bribe him for the next lesson...well, for one, she clearly hadn't read his rules. And second, he had a strong suspicion Zoryn's cooking was probably like her potions work, so he would be staying well away from any handmade supposedly edible creations she presented. Honestly, he liked a lot of sweet treats, as anyone watching his eating habits in the Great Hall could attest to.
"Can't go wrong with a crème brûlée," he answered, laying out his scales ready and expecting her to follow suit. "But I do like a spot of sherry trifle too."
And if she wasn't trying to bribe him, and just hoped talking about dessert would distract them from their task, she was sadly mistaken. After a moment's pause to straighten his robes, he continued on with his instructing without missing a beat.
"You'll find the nettles and belladonna on the shelves over there," he gestured to the side wall, where the standard ingredients were kept. "The moonstone is kept in the storage cupboard." He unholstered his wand, and with a flick of his wrist, the storage cupboard door unlocked.
............ Zoryn eyed him. "Okay. How about this? We both test our potion on... Someone else's hair! That way it's a win-win. Surely you've got some enemies around here, Sir." With that attitude of his, she was sure that he had more than just one. In other news, Zoryn was stubborn and her hair was of incredible importance. Did he SEEEEEEEEE it??? You can't just use ANY product on it. It's got NEEEEEDS. Really, really SPECIFIC NEEDS. And what it didn't need was a disaster potion.
Whilst the practice of her potion was a debate Zoryn refused to drop, she was trying to be somewhat compliant with the rest of the man's requests (read: the open textbook). All of this was, of course, for an ulterior motive that had nothing to do with the hair potion they were here to brew. "Good choice, Professor. Not gonna lie, I pegged you to be more of a fruit for dessert typa guy." Unlike most grumpy adults, his answer had taken her by surprise. But it was very helpful.
"Cool," she walked over to the shelves he gestured at (somewhat disappointed that her question wasn't enough of a distraction to keep them occupied for more than just a few seconds) and walked back with nettles and belladonna. Before departing her workstation once more to retrieve moonstone, she paused to address her Professor once again. "Sooooooo besides potions, what else do you do for fun, Sir?"
Fun, surely he's heard of it.
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Noble was not amused by Zoryn's suggestion, and clicked his tongue. "You're testing it on your own hair, or you'll be washing up all of the first years' dirty glassware from this morning for the next two hours." He'd already made allowances by offering to test the potion on his own hair, he had no intention of chasing round the castle to find someone else to test it on because the Gryffindor had attention span issues. "By hand," he added sternly, in case she had ideas of getting it done sooner with magic.
The cheek of her request meant her comments about having from dessert were swiftly ignored. If she was that interested, she could watch him from the Lion table at mealtimes; it'd soon become obvious he wasn't a fruit man in the slightest when it came to dessert. And instead of answering about how he spent his downtime, it was business as usual, and he started on with their lesson in earnest. "Place the moonstone in the cauldron, and add half a litre of water. Place the measuring jug on the desk and examine the meniscus at eye level to get a proper reading." Did she see how was doing it? He expected her to do the same. Otherwise he might be tempted to ensure that her potion did something wonky to her hair.
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Daisy was feeling a bit nervous considering she hadn't been in the Potions Laboratory to create a potion on her own. She had her plant-based oil in the form of almond oil which she had gathered from the plant, she had some lavender oil for fragrance from the plant, her lye and water mixture which was provided and a cardboard box lined with wax paper. Daisy also had her cauldron, dragon-hide gloves, wand, quill and parchment with the basic instructions for her Herbology assignment.
Walking to the logbook, Daisy took out her quill and filled in her details.
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Name: Daisy Swann Year: Third House: Hufflepuff Potion Brewed: Bar of soap for long-term Herbology assignment
Daisy found a vacant station at the front of the room and got set up in order to make her very own soap. She donned her gloves, having heard that lye mixture can be dangerous. Granted this lye was mixed with water but she wasn't going to take any risks. She slowly poured the lye mix into her cauldron. Next, she removed the top of her almond oil and carefully poured that into the cauldron followed by the lavender oil.
She gave a quick flick of her wand at her cauldron saying firmly, "Sape Jago!" Within moments a nice little bar of soap had formed. Daisy took off her gloves and grabbed the bar of soap and placed it in her lined cardboard box before securing it slightly so the soap didn't fall out.
Daisy cleaned her gloves, cauldron, vials and the area she had used to make the soap using a non-verbal cleaning charm and packed her items away in her bag carefully. After making sure there was nothing left for her to do in the Potions lab, Daisy departed so she could make the face mask.
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Noble was not amused by Zoryn's suggestion, and clicked his tongue. "You're testing it on your own hair, or you'll be washing up all of the first years' dirty glassware from this morning for the next two hours." He'd already made allowances by offering to test the potion on his own hair, he had no intention of chasing round the castle to find someone else to test it on because the Gryffindor had attention span issues. "By hand," he added sternly, in case she had ideas of getting it done sooner with magic.
The cheek of her request meant her comments about having from dessert were swiftly ignored. If she was that interested, she could watch him from the Lion table at mealtimes; it'd soon become obvious he wasn't a fruit man in the slightest when it came to dessert. And instead of answering about how he spent his downtime, it was business as usual, and he started on with their lesson in earnest. "Place the moonstone in the cauldron, and add half a litre of water. Place the measuring jug on the desk and examine the meniscus at eye level to get a proper reading." Did she see how was doing it? He expected her to do the same. Otherwise he might be tempted to ensure that her potion did something wonky to her hair.
.......... Zoryn would NOT be cleaning anyone's dirty glassware by hand. No way in Hogsmeade! "You're a tough one, Professor," and she respected that. Sort of. Honestly, it made things REALLY hard 'cause Zoryn definitely didn't want to test the potion on her own hair. Ultimately, it was pretty darn evident that Professor Noble wasn't about to let up, but neither would Zoryn! When the rolling got rougher, the tough got tougher!!! Or... something like that. Either way, Zor would probably try to fight it in the end.
He TOTALLY ignored her question! How RUDE.
The Gryffindor returned to her station with the moonstone and dropped it into the cauldron as she was told. Using a measuring jug and her own wand, she began to measure out half a liter of water. "Aguamenti," this meniscus stuff was gonna be way too much effort. She did crouch down to exam it at eye-level, but didn't really care for exactly where the meniscus hit. As long as he THOUGHT she looked like she cared, everything would be fine.
That was close enough to half a liter anyway. "Speaking of reading, is that what you like to do for fun?"
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A smirk curled on Noble's lips; the closest to a smile the man ever seemed to get. "I try my best, just for your benefit," he answered, apparently satisfied with his measurement of water and straightening up to add it to his cauldron.
He looked over to the Gryffindor's efforts, but Zoryn's acting with the crouching down did nothing to fool him. Noble could see from here that the measurement was off, and he vanished it was a light flick of his wand."Try again." There was an indignant tone in his voice. If she kept being so negligent, they'd be having remedial classes right through until she graduated her NEWTs year.
...maybe he should start charging her parents tuition fees. Could quite the nice little side earner by the end of the year.
"I read for many reasons," Noble answered her question. "Including corresponding with your parents." Sure, he read for fun too, but going on her measuring, she needed to keep her full attention on her brewing skills right now.
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