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"'Morning, professor." Noah greeted the man, pointedly dropping the 'Good'. It was quite obvious that Hernandez wasn't having any of the Vines business (again), as he'd also witnessed back at the Kitchens. Really, no one should come between a man and his food, but to have the same 'enemy' in his territory? Yikes. It really was wise to leave the Vines business to the adults...for now, at least. Noah has other problems to worry about, and one of them would be Potions. Like the years before, he'd been doing great in the subject, even acing his OWL test, and now he was back for more; see to it that he goes to ace his NEWTs next term.
Anyway. Armed with everything he needed for another round of potion-making, the Gryffindor took a seat at his usual station, side-eyed the questionable plant, and waited for the class to begin.
Hopefully before the Vines move on their own accord. There was nothing innocent about those things. Assuming of him, but it was the safest thing to do. He was in Hogwarts, after all. Constant vigilance™.
Oh, and look at those ingredients. Hmm.
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