_hermaeth.

                     _{`  … AFRAID ?   `       she   echoes.    an    indignant    huff    escapes    a    restless    mouth   ;    his    advice    was    lost    on    her    —    something    her    sharp    mind    couldn’t    quite    grasp.         `    what    would    i    have    to    be    afraid   of   ?     are    you    implying    that    i    ought    to    disregard    the    textbook,    professor   ?  `        arms   cross    and    bony    shoulders    hunch.        `    why    should    i    forget    the    directions    when    they’re    there    for    a    REASON  ?     surely    if    it    were    published    with    those    particular    instructions,    shouldn’t    it    be    worth    TRUSTING  ?   `}

_{AS SOON AS THE TORRENT OF WORDS    starts leaving her mouth, he regrets having opened his in first place   —-   the annoyed look thrown at the ceiling followed by a sigh make that all too clear.   slender arms are crossed as she speaks, pale hands disappear in the blackness of his robes  —-  now the potions master is too much like a resting bat.}

                            _{‘ ms. granger, tell me, has your textbook developed a consciousness & started teaching you this subject on its own, or am i your professor ? ’}