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Did Culloden just laugh at him? Had that actually happened? Hmph.
Right anyways, the name tent things seemed unnecessary now because surely the Potion’s Professor new his name. The guy WAS planning on stealing his bed last term, so he should know it anyways. Now… Hate potion? Welp, that was interesting. As if Zander would even need one of those to hate this class, he could do that on his own thank-you-very much. So he didn’t have any additional comments to add like she-who-must-not-be-named (Lux) or like Sophie. BUT, he did actually have a question.
Raising his hand in the air eagerly— wait, eagerly? He didn’t actually care about this stuff did he? No. Lowering his hand again, he sat and waited for the next set of— No. He wanted to know the answer. Raising it again he— But… Would Culloden be mad at him for bringing them off making the potion? After much debate, the Gryffindor finally set his hand up in the air for good. He had decided. He was going to ask, then possibly regret it depending on how this went over. “Professor, if this potion makes you hate the person you see first… Is it with the anger you already have built up? Or is it newly mustered hatred?” He raised an inquisitive brow, SEEEE he could be inquisitive too. “I guess I mean, can it be used to take all your anger-that you already have-out at someone or does it just make you angry out of no where?” You know.. just asking for a friend....
As for the practical part, how come this guy was so anal about the cleaning? Zander honestly would have forgotten if it hadn’t been for the little reminder, but thankfully he hadn’t done anything permanent yet so all was good! Casting a quick “scourgify” on his cauldron, he looked for the jobber knoll feather and plopped it in.
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