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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Dec 29, 2017 15:01:39 GMT
It shouldn't still be as fun as it was to walk around Hogwarts at night. He was an adult now - a full, proper adult too, once you reach fourty-five you have to start admitting these things to yourself - but it was still so fun and no amount of pretending to be mature would change that for him. He still really was a kid at heart, and being out and about after curfew still brought him an immense amount of joy. He'd just run into a few Slytherin prefects in the Entrance Hall, doing their nightly rounds, and he'd not been able to stop himself from smiling brightly at them as he sauntered past - he'd hoped it wasn't so ridiculously obviously why he was so pleased to run into them, but also he didn't really care? It made him happy to know he was allowed to break rules now and they couldn't tell him off. It made him feel powerful! Okay! Maybe that was sad, but...well okay, yes Ezra it's sad, he thought to himself. The holidays couldn't come quick enough really - he needed to get out of the castle and remember what the real world was like every now and then.
He wasn't really thinking of much as he turned into the Tapestry Corridor - mostly he was idly wondering about how much Bicorn horn he was going to need for his early morning class - so he wasn't necessarily paying much attention to his surroundings until he was stood directly in front of the door to his storeroom. His private storeroom, to be more exact - his private storeroom that...had a dim light glowing from the inside? Ezra blinked a few times, and slowly lifted a finger to push against the door. It creaked open slowly and dramatically, to reveal a small redhead bent over some of the shelves in the back. Ezra blinked again a few times, not really moving into action immediately until he said, slowly, "...Is this one occupied?" He turned round to look over his shoulder and gestured. "Cos I mean, if it is, I can come back later. I don't want to get in your way or anything." He turned back to the student with a knowing smile.
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jan 6, 2018 1:13:27 GMT
Lily rolled her shoulders in an effort to stop her body from seizing up where she sat on the floor of her potion professor's storeroom. She didn't want to end up stuck waiting for her joints to unhinge before she could sneak back up to Gryffindor tower later in the night. Not again. The potion she was brewing needed another half an hour or so. It was simmering right now, and in 12 and half minutes it needed a stir. Six turns clockwise, according to the textbook, but she knew two infinity swirls and a half stir anti-clockwise worked just as well, and would knock maybe 10 minutes off the total brew time.
She stood up with a slight groan as she realised her legs were dead. The feeling of pins and needles was inevitable. She needed to walk around a bit, and with her potion better untouched for the next nine minutes and 43 seconds, she turned to browse the shelves around her. There was a few things she could do with; a few rarer ingredients she'd run out of and knew she wouldn't be able to find in the student storerooms, but was pretty sure could be found buried somewhere in Professor Morris' shelves. She wasn't sure if he kept an inventory, and how thorough it was if he did so, but she was sure he wouldn't notice a small portion of stewed mandrake missing from the huge jug at the back of the bottom third shelf from the right.
At least, he'd never noticed before.
Lily held her breath as she heard a small creak, and hoped it was the wind swirling around the corridor outside. She felt all the life drain out of her as she heard the tell tale sign of a person about to speak, closing her eyes in relief as she recognised the voice, "I suppose its my own fault for not putting my tie around the door knob, really," she replied, hoping her quip would be well received despite the fact the man she was talking to was the very man she was currently stealing from. She turned to face him, sliding the vial she'd managed to fill surreptitiously up her sleeve, "If you stand in the corner and stay quiet I'm sure you won't get in the way."
Post by Ezra A. Morris on Jan 9, 2018 17:42:18 GMT
Just as he'd never really got used to walking around Hogwarts after curfew, Ezra also hadn't really got the hang of properly disciplining his students - at least, not for things that he didn't really care about. Wielding his authority was never a problem when he was having to break up a fight, or stopping a bully in their tracks, but there was something about running into a kid after hours that Ezra just - well, frankly he couldn't really find it in himself to give a crap. Not a bit. There had been far too many times in recent memory where he's stumbled upon a romantic...liaison, shall we say, in a random cupboard in the dungeons, and he'd just let the couple go with only a warning about not getting caught on their way back to their dormitories. He supposed in those sorts of cases, their horror at being discovered by a professor in that sort of situation is all the punishment they need (and Ezra knew he shouldn't laugh at them when he finds them, but he couldn't ever help it. Some things were too funny, and their stricken faces was one of those things).
But here we had something a little different, that it wasn't so easy to fall into giggles over. Though don't get him wrong, he still found this whole thing very amusing.The poor thing probably felt her stomach drop through the floor when she heard the door open, and there was something a little satisfying at scaring a naughty student like that. But Ezra supposed there was a difference between finding a student out after curfew and finding them out bent over the shelves in his private stockroom, and this situation might require more than just sending her back to her room - perhaps a little bit more of a conversation about what she was doing...and actually come to think of it how she was doing it, Christ on a bike. Clearly he wasn't doing a nearly good enough job of locking this place up if one of his Fourth Years was finding her way in without him knowing. And it really was an accident that he was here at all. She could have nipped in and out without him knowing anything. Really it was just unlucky for her that the timing worked out the way it did.
Ezra slipped a hand behind him and pulled the door closed - he didn't want any other professors walking by at the wrong time and finding them in here. They'd only come in all guns blazing with detentions, and that really wasn't Ezra's style. He could handle this one by himself. He let out a laugh at the girls reply, and put his hands in his pockets and leaned casually back against the door; Lily Potter was a bold one, even at her age. "Ohhhh yeah, big ol' mistake, that one," he said, cheerfully. "Now I'm kind of in the way of your only exit, so sneaking away is going to be a problem. And oh my God have you been unlucky to catch me here - if I'd just planned ahead for my classes better, I wouldn't have even had to come up here tonight and you'd have been in and out without me noticing a thing!" He sighed dramatically, but with a gentle smile on his face. "Well - c'est la vie - we live and we learn and all that rot." His smile was amused, but his eyes were curious as he watched the girl closely. "Sooooo. Watcha doing?" he asked.
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jan 10, 2018 16:56:57 GMT
Lily’s mind was whirling as she tried to work out just how much to give away to the man in front of her. It was fairly obvious she was brewing a potion, so suggesting she’d wandered into the storeroom by mistake and his arrival was badly timed was out for one. She wasn’t sure if he’d noticed her picking up extra supplies either, but she wasn’t mentioning that at all unless Professor Morris brought it up first. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed anything.
Talking to teachers wasn’t her forte. To be honest, talking in general wasn’t her forte. People always asked questions she either didn’t want to answer or they didn’t want to hear the answer to. After a few too many awkward silences her usual stance now was to remain silent unless absolutely necessary. Direct questions were normally given as curt a response as possible, and she only really spoke in class if she knew the answer and no one else was saying anything. Actually, in that regard she supposed she spoke the most in potions… which meant that, yeah, the man in front of her was probably the staff member of Hogwarts most used to hearing her voice. Huh. That was a weird thought. And not one to dwell on when her potion needed attention in less than two minutes.
She slowly sat back down in front of her cauldron as her professor spoke, wondering at what point he was going to stop talking and what question she’d have to give an answer to when he did. Part of her was also wondering if she should tell him that she often came in here to brew overnight and he’d never noticed before, or if that was bordering on cocky. Plus that might lead him to start actually locking the door which would just be irritating. Lily didn’t want to have to find somewhere else to brew, she liked it in here.
She leant forward to stir her potion as he finished talking, ‘six turns clockwise’, according to the textbook. Bullshit. She started the first infinity swirl as she looked up and caught his eye, internally smirking as his question meant she could give a concise answer, “Brewing, Sir,” she replied, keeping her face blank. Second infinity swirl, and then on instinct she did a quarter stir clockwise, and a quarter back anti-clockwise instead of the half anti-clockwise she normally did at this point.
The potion instantly went bright pink as she stopped, and she looked down confused as the change caught her eye, “That’s… supposed to happen gradually, isn’t it? It normally takes about 6 minutes? Well, 15 in the Book of Potions but…” she paused, just staring at the cauldron on the floor in front of her, “Huh.”
Post by Ezra A. Morris on Jan 24, 2018 17:12:05 GMT
Ezra had once thought that Lily Potter was going to end up being one of those students he'd have to keep an extra eye on - unsure and not confident in their abilities, and needing his extra little push to get them going - but once she'd settled in to the castle, it became very clear to him that she was an extremely accomplished student. She wasn't loud about it, keeping mostly to herself and not really engaging with him as enthusiastically as some of his other students, but the standard of her work spoke for itself. She got on with her work, and it was always excellent. So Ezra really only had praise for the girl, and would happily give her any sort of help if she needed it, but it seemed mostly that that was rarely ever the case. Perhaps she liked working on her own - and he could respect that, he knew how students all had their own methods to get their work done. But then again, Ezra was a firm believer that everyone needed a little push in the right direction sometimes, especially when you're a teenager.
His eyes tracked her as she sat back down by the cauldron, stirring the simmering potion, and avoiding his gaze. It was a sleeping draught, from what he could tell (which - well, he was definitely going to be asking about that later), and once again he couldn't help but find himself suitably impressed that she was sneaking into his private stores to brew up sleeping draught in the middle of the night; a wholly inappropriate reaction for a teacher to have over a student breaking the rules like that, but Ezra always had been the type to be amused by inappropriate things. He wondered briefly whether he was going to be able to get another word out of her, when suddenly the potion did something she clearly wasn't expecting - Lily's gaze was still intent on the cauldron in front of her, but Ezra could hear the hesitation in her voice as she asked for his help.
Well - she wasn't exactly asking for his help, but Ezra always knew when he could make himself helpful even when he wasn't really wanted.
He smiled before sitting down on the floor next to her, crossed legged and with his back against the door settling in comfortably. "Usually, yup," he said cheerfully, looking on at the the Potion with her. "Thankfully, you're good enough with the prep that this bit's completely salvageable." He leant forward a little to examine it a little closer. "Take it off the heat and let it sit for a while - about ten minutes - and then I'd say maybe - " he cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. " - Maybe another quarter anti-clockwise turn? That's what I saw you do before right?" He nodded to himself. "Yeah add one of those, that would probably do the trick before you let it brew a bit more." He smiled at her again. "You've got to be gentle with sleeping draughts - if you get ahead of yourself you end up creating something that will really knock people for six - trust me, I've done it more than once. Which is probably an embarrassing thing for a Potions professor to admit, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't, so."
Post by Lily Luna Potter on Feb 19, 2018 0:53:00 GMT
Lily found herself staring her potion down as her professor spoke, as if that would make a difference and the liquid would suddenly be as expected. Honestly, she was mostly annoyed at herself for messing up when the brew was so close to being finished. She had followed her instinct, which normally worked well for her when it came to potions but had somehow backfired, and now not only did she not know how long it would take to salvage but she needed help to do it.
At least it was competent, trusted help. She really needed this potion. Her body was exhausted on every level, and she supposed her mind was too even as it whirred ahead at a speed she could barely follow. Her limbs felt heavy most of the time and her eyes constantly felt seconds away from closing against her will, but when she lay down and let her head hit the pillow - that's when the nightmares would start.
She's sure she doesn't scream in her sleep (or, at least, sure one of the other girls in her dorm would tell either herself or - god forbid - a teacher if she did) which is the only solace she can find in her current sleeping patterns. Mostly she doesn't even remember specifics. She doesn't know exactly what the 'dreams' contain, but as inevitably she wakes drenched in sweat and struggling to breath with an overwhelming feeling of despair, she really doesn't think she wants to either.
She's sure its just a stage that will pass, like last time, and the time before that. Even though it will come back eventually, she needs the respite. She needs sleep.
She tries to listen as Professor Morris explains what she needs to do to fix the draught, she really does, but she's drifting and frustrated at herself, and honestly she's really trying not to either cry or snap at him just for happening to be the closest person in the vicinity. She takes the cauldron off the heat as he suggests, and tries to channel her frustration into humour as she responds, "Honestly, sir, if my potion prep ever isn't up to scratch you have my permission to pour whatever concoction I've fucked up down the drain - and make me watch you do it," her head snaps up to look at him as she realises she's just sworn in front of a teacher, "Oh, bollocks - can we please pretend that I didn't just say 'fuck' in front of you!? Or, y'know.. bollocks. Shit."
Lily takes a deep breathe, trying to move the conversation away from her current lack of a filter, "Yeah, I did a quarter clockwise before I did the quarter back though, will that make a difference? I wasn't really paying attention as I did it... normally I get these right mostly on instinct," she admits as she sticks a meter in the cauldron to measure the temperature, wincing when she sees how high it goes. She realises that they might be here for a while considering it needs to cool before she can continue, and she might as well talk given that silence isn't always socially acceptable, especially considering who she's currently trapped with, "I'm sure all Potions professors have many tales in potion experiments. What's the longest you've ever knocked someone out with with a Sleeping Draught? Or, yourself, I guess.."
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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Feb 23, 2018 12:29:08 GMT
Her posture was hostile, but Ezra wasn't sure her could blame her for it - he knew it was a little weird, no matter how not-weird he was trying to make it all. What sort of teacher didn't fly off the handle as soon as they found a student out of bed and stealing from their private stores? Ezra knew he wasn't that kind of professor though, and never would be - he just, frankly, didn't give a shit. Maybe he should, but he'd never been able to summon up the ability to care about things like that instinctively, and this sort of thing just didn't bother him in the slightest. God he wished he'd had a professor like him when he was at school - imagine what it must be like to have such a laid back, cool and handsome guy teaching Potions? What a dream. This kid should be all over him really. You're the coolest Professor Morris, she should be saying. I'll clean all the first years' practice cauldrons for a month just as a thank you for your inherent coolness. Also just because your jaw-line is truly impeccable, and that sort of thing ought to be rewarded.
But alas, here he was with nary a thank you in sight. He would live.
Just.
Perhaps she should be even more grateful considering Ezra was no stranger to potentially awkward situations and blowing right past them as if they weren't happening. He had been dropped in more than a few over the course of his lifetime, and he honestly barely even noticed them - blind confidence and a mouth that won't quit will do that for you. So here he was, chatting away as if it wasn't the middle of the night and he wasn't helping a student be complicit in literally stealing from him. And when she swore - gosh, her panic - all he could do was let his head fall back and let out a loud and hearty laugh. "It's your lucky night again," Ezra replied finally, endlessly amused. "I'd be a hypocrite twice over if I pretended I didn't drop a few 'f' bombs while brewing. And worse to be honest, that was mild - Potioneers are absolute filth."
At her questioning, Ezra let himself digress a little, unable to stop himself from telling a funny story. "Oh God, I've messed up so many times - but the best one was years ago. My boyfriend was sick and just wanted an easy nap - I accidentally knocked him out for a full two days," Ezra explained, smiling to himself thinking back on it. He purposefully left out that the reason he'd not been paying attention properly to his cauldron, because even he had some idea that talking to a fourteen year old about the excesses of alcohol was maybe a step too far; she should at least be fifteen before he starts telling her that. "I mean, he missed work and I was panicking but when he woke up he said it was the best sleep of his entire life, so you win some, you lose some," he finished, watching as the girl kept checking in on the Potion's temperature.
He let a beat of silence go by before he continued, "Okay, warning - because now I'm about to do the teacher thing while we have some time." He smiled gently at her, quietly encouraging. "How and why are we sat making Sleeping Draught in my store cupboard in the middle of the night?" he asked.
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Post by Lily Luna Potter on Feb 28, 2018 0:19:00 GMT
The weirdest thing to Lily as she found herself settling back against the shelves behind her to wait this draught out, was how not awkward the whole encounter felt. Professor Morris has this way of making anybody feel at ease and in this moment especially she really appreciated it. She'd always known he was one of the cooler teachers, the more down-to-earth ones. Not one of the old stuffy ones who hated change, but one of those ones who seemed to enjoy being surrounded by people with different views and outlooks. Surrounded by kids.
He laughed when she swore, which, good, to be honest. It meant she didn't have to be careful around him in future. Although, maybe she still should in class... unless the potion she was brewing in it was being a right bitch like this current one, "Good to know, sir. I'll remember that for filling out future application forms. 'Can swear like a sailor, will fit right in!'"
She checked the temperature again as he told his story, thankful to see it was going down, although not as quickly as she'd hoped. She had no idea what time it was, and at this point getting to take the potion and not sleeping through half her classes the next (or at this point was it the same now!?) day because of it seemed like a distant pipe dream. At least one more night of no downtime for her head - and for her body. She wondered what nonsense her sleep-addled brain would have for her throughout it. Another day, another destiny.
Lily found herself smiling at her Professor's story, "Wow, OK, two days is a bit extreme," she nodded, "But, hey, at least it was two days of great sleep. Imagine if he'd woken up saying it felt like he'd never even closed his eyes!?"
She noted the beat he left after he finished his story, like he was gearing up for something. Reminded of that moment of silence before her mother asked the three of them who was really responsible for the mess in the kitchen, or who had snuck out late at night and managed to knock over the coat stand on the way in, or who had left the broom shed unlocked again... like she didn't already know the answer to all of these questions.
As always, Lily's first instinct was to deflect with a tinge of humour, "I was gonna make a comment about if you need to ask me 'how' then maybe you need more practice, but considering why we're currently stuck in here literally watching a pot cool down..." she sighed, deeply, stealing herself for the truth they both knew she now had to tell. She decided to look him dead in the eye like the Gryffindor she truly was as she said it, "I haven't slept in four days."
She swore the cauldron between them hissed at the admission.
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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Apr 25, 2018 15:50:13 GMT
Every now and then in between their conversation, the girl would lean across and check her potion as it simmered away. There was nothing forced in these movements - it wasn't like she was suddenly remembering what she was doing and checking in to make sure it hadn't gone wrong. No, Ezra had seen that all too many times in his classes over the years, where students constantly forgot the reason why they were actually there once they had to leave the concoctions to brew for long stretches of time. They let themselves forget where they were, because they didn't particularly care about what they were making. This was different - when the young Gryffindor kept leaning over to check on her potion, it was with careful and calculating eyes. Ezra was acutely aware that he was secondary to the sleeping draught - and although usually he'd have been potentially a little put out by this, here he found himself strangely charmed by it.
"That was a concern of mine," Ezra replied, finally, his eyes still tracking every movement of the student in front of him. "But apparently even when I mess up, I still manage to get most of it right - which is a bit of a confidence boost because wow when Potions go wrong they can go wrong, you know?" He smiled. "And I learned my lesson that even when you're in the business of making Potions, if you don't pay enough attention, even simple stuff can go wrong. Potions Professor tidbit number one - jot that down. Even though we're after hours, I won't even charge you for that one. You're welcome."
And then they were getting to the crux of the matter. He wasn't entirely sure how it would go when he started pushing towards getting some actual answers about why exactly she was breaking all these rules - but even so, he wasn't at all hesitant about broaching the subject. He needed to have answers, and that was just a fact - even lenient teachers like him couldn't just let all of this slide without getting to the bottom of it. And of course, the gossip in him was just ridiculously curious, but first and foremost he couldn't help but be a little concerned. So, when she started talking, and giving him an actual reply on top of it, Ezra was a little relieved. Apparently this wasn't going to be as difficult as he thought. Silence was a problem - actually talking to him was the opposite of that.
Even if he felt a flare of concern in the pit of his stomach at her explanation, he tried not to let it show on his face - kids never did well seeing too much worry on their teacher's faces, he'd at least learned that over the years. "Well that's no good," he said evenly, his eyes not wavering from her challenging stare. "Have you been to the Hospital Wing?" Well, clearly she hadn't or she wouldn't be here, but it was worth at least asking her - because God if she had there was a serious problem afoot. "Granted their beds aren't quite as good as the ones in the dorms, but it's a lot less labour intensive."
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Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jun 18, 2018 16:31:35 GMT
For a second, Lily thought the temperature on her potion had somehow increased despite being off the heat for what seemed like a century. She kept her eyes firmly on the measurement and breathed a little easier when it continued going down. Her brain was playing tricks on her - which didn't surprise her and was nothing new to her when she was at this point in her exhaustion, but was still ridiculously frustrating. She was nearly at the point now where she could actually do something, and she mentally started counting backwards down from 20 as the temperature dropped further. 3... 2... 1... and she did the quarter turn anti-clockwise on its own as a ) her professor had suggested and b ) she'd intended to do earlier.
Another 20 minutes and it should be done, as long as the concoction didn't react again. Praise be. Lily pondered on it some, along with what her professor has been saying about when potions go wrong, "They can be a bit temperamental sometimes," she agreed, tilting her head to the side as she thought upon this particular brew. She might not know exactly why it had failed on her, but she knew what had caused it.. "But I guess usually there's a reason for it? I've never had a potion fail in a way I couldn't work out where I'd gone wrong afterwards, at least."
She shrugged as she thought more on it, determined to work out exactly why this had gone wrong at some point - but not tonight. It'd have to wait until she was actually awake. Lily moved the cauldron back to the heat, keeping it simmering on low, "Sorry, sir, I don't have a quill to hand, but I'll remember that one. Is swearing only tidbit number two then?"
After her confession, Lily decided to just stare her professor out as he responded. He kept her gaze, she could give him that. Didn't shy away even the slightest. Honestly he barely showed her any emotion as he asked if she'd been to the Hospital Wing, a question which she couldn't help but respond to with a loud scoff, "No, not this time," she was firm as replied, "The only sleeping drought they keep up there you still have dreams with so it wouldn't help me much anyway. Besides, if I make it then I know what's in it..." She didn't mention that rumour had it the reason they would no longer give students a dreamless sleep potion at Hogwarts was apparently her father's doing from back in his school days - something to do with being caught in a vision at some point, apparently. Not that anyone ever spoke about those in front of 'the kids'. She knew no details, only what she'd gleaned mainly through eavesdropping over the years. However the irony wasn't lost on Lily that she couldn't get it now because of him, and she most likely needed it because of him too.
She nodded down at her potion, as if to confirm, "This one is dreamless."
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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Jul 10, 2019 19:50:20 GMT
It takes a particularly special student to undertake this sort of task for themselves. Of course there's first of all the fact of talent - you've got to be a confident enough Potioneer to make this sort of stuff, let alone be willing to drink concoctions that knock you out yourself. They can be powerful, as he'd told her, especially when they go wrong. To be that confident and to be able to actually pull it off (with some sort of regularity, he could only assume given the sort of direction this conversation had been going in), was something to be impressed by, especially for a Fourth Year. Then, of course, there was the issue about being determined enough to pull off this sort of heist - to break into a school professor's private stores, to brew it in the middle of the night way past curfew - the flaunting of the rules required genuinely a special sort of determination just to make a sleeping draught. But that also spelt out her desperation too, and unwillingly a pang of guilt hit Ezra Morris deep in his chest.
Of course, this was Lily Potter. Unbidden, that image he doubted he'd ever be able to forget flashed before his eyes. He pushed it away, willed it away, immediately as if he'd been burned by it. He didn't like thinking about it for obvious reasons, but Merlin - in such close proximity to Lily. He worried, perhaps stupidly that she knew what he was thinking about while he was watching her. Well, who the hell knew at this point, she'd pulled all of this off, who knew if she was also a skilled Legilimens too. Wouldn't be all that much of a stretch would it? Either way, it wasn't the time to mull over it. He'd seen it, an adult, a professor who was good under pressure, and it still haunted him - and here she was just a young girl with her mind to run wild about all the terrible ways it could have looked. This poor, sweet girl, and her poor, dead father.
He nodded thoughtfully, and allowed both their gazes drift back to the brewing potion in front of them. All the things he wanted to be able to say to her - none were appropriate. She was too young, too fragile - she needed comfort, not frankness. She didn't need to know what he knew, especially not now - that was just the sort of knowledge he was going to have to keep to himself and live with it, for her sake. And as far as the short term, all he could do was help her rest without being haunted. And for now, that might mean no questions asked for her to deal with it on her own terms. He'd have to see - but he was quite sure it meant that he would be having to do a better job at keeping an eye on Lily Potter than he had been. Apparently she hadn't been coping quite as well as he thought, and that was shame on him. Now was time to do better.
"Okay," he started, turning back to her with a gentle smile. "I'll talk to the Hospital Wing about it, because unfortunately I don't think this set up you have right now is going to fly. I'm obviously really proud of you for taking some initiative and stretching your potion skills outside of class, but I also have to be responsible teacher and keeping an eye on what you're taking. If the Hospital Wing doesn't want to stock the dreamless ones, I'll make them for you myself." He paused and thought for a moment before continuing. "And look, if it makes you feel better seeing what's going in, you can come and make them with me." They were simple enough for him to make, and he wouldn't mind taking the time out to brew with the Fourth Year. "As far as punishing you for being out of bed, breaking into my storeroom and stealing my stuff...How's it sound to come help my prepare some ingredients and counting my stock with me for the next week?" He smiled innocently. "Seem fair enough? Excellent." He turned his attention back to the cauldron again. "For now, we'll finish this up and get you back to the Gryffindor Tower. You can swing by the Dungeons or the Staff Room tomorrow when you're free and we'll figure the rest out."
And finally, he only had one last thing to say, before he dropped it all.
"Though you might not think it, I'm good at keeping things under the radar when they need to be. We'll figure something out for you, Lily. I promise."
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