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In recent years, potions had become one of her main focus areas up in her lab. There were always at least 3 of four cauldrons she held up there brewing at any given time. As it so happened, the one in which she was brewing her latest potion happened to be in the cauldron she needed for this lesson.
She couldn't....begin....to describe...the level of hurt at having to end the potion and vanish the contents. The young girl may have chanced it by simply bringing another (a silver one) but Professor Noble seemed the sort to take notice. It was odd, y'know? Given her track record with Potions Professors, to suddenly be thrown together with one so.....................................off putting as him. What a year to be a Prefect and need to set an example.
The brew would simply have to be restarted once she was out of this class.
Jessa entered the room, cauldron floating in behind her, nose buried deep inside her latest read. Skin texture; duplicating it. The pros and cons of varying textures, the best methods of harvesting and re-creating. It wasn't until the man opened his mouth to warn them against time wasting that the Ravenclaw even noticed him standing there by the door. Blue eyes glanced up at him only briefly before setting down to her book again. "Good morning, Professor." She muttered, distractedly flipping the page to continue. What was that about a pumpkin and a flobberworm now?
A cauldron could've exploded and she wouldn't notice (not entirely true, something like THAT would grab her attention, but for the most part, the Ravenclaw was oblivious to everything going on around her at the moment).
Thankfully, she DID catch the sight of the pumpkins from the corner of her eyes, levitating one over and into her already levitating cauldron. In all this, she didn't glance up from the pages of the old and dusty book for more than a few seconds at a time, not even when she flopped into the seat by Cameron. "Hey Cam." She muttered, ending the incantation of the floating items once they were set atop the desk.
Rat skin would be a no. Shame too, plenty of that around.
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