 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
Of course he hadn't noticed what the potion was, nor had the sense to at least describe it. Noble grunted again. "I'll message Healer Macmillan if I need her. Go back to whatever you were doing." Presumably patrolling, since he didn't believe the Slytherin Prefect would willingly go brew in the lab of his own accord so soon after dinner. It was a shame, Flynn could probably be a decent potioneer if he spent as much time studying as he did being impertinent and cocky in class. And if Jessa had any sense, she'd scarper and be on the opposite side of the castle before he returned.
What was it with the Prefects this year? He'd had to discipline the Head Boy in class today too. Strewth.
Noble's focus for now though was the first year with the potions accident. There was a deep frown on his face as he hurried down the corridor, his wand already in hand and robes flowing behind him.
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