` … 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 ?’