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[chasingwood]

Sabeena is sitting in one of the Potions room working diligently on a potion having found her mothers notebook. She's bent over the cauldron muttering to herself about the color of the potion. 

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[zestandzeal]

*comes in after his Remedial Potions class ends and takes a seat across from her, looking eagerly at the notebook, but trying to make himself look reserved*

Wie haben Sie es gefunden?

[chasingwood]

*while adding some ingredients*

How'd you know I was in here?

It just turned up.

[zestandzeal]

Ich habe nicht gewusst. Schmeicheln Sie sich, ich nicht suchte Sie nicht. *smirks*

Es hat nur auf gedreht? Wow, große Erklärung. Wo hat es auf gedreht?

[chasingwood]

Wasn't flattering myself. If you're going to stay in here make yourself useful and hand me that knife that's over there.

It just did. I went up to my dorm and it was there. Right where I left it.

[zestandzeal]

Трахните Вас.

*rolls eyes but picks up the knife, twirling it around his fingers before handing it to her*

I see. That's curious.

[chasingwood]

That wasn't nice. I have no idea what the hell you said but it wasn't nice.

Thank you.

Yeah. I'm not letting it out of my site again.

[zestandzeal]

How would you know if it was nice or not? I could have called you beautiful for all you know. *scoffs*

Mmhmm.

Smart choice. Did you come up with that idea all on your own? *smirks*

[chasingwood]

*blinks* I'm 100 percent sure that you didn't call me beautiful.

*narrows eyes* If you're going to be a prat you can go 'cos I'm trying to concentrate on this potion.

*takes a look at the notebook to make sure she's doing it right*

[zestandzeal]

Right.

*shrugs*

Alright then. Bye.

*pulls out a cigarette, but doesn't leave, just leans against the doorframe, blowing his smoke into the hallway*

[chasingwood]

Put that out.

[zestandzeal]

*doesn't respond, but opens his mouth, ringlets of smoke flowing out before smirking and leaving*

[chasingwood]

*deep breath*

If you make my potion blow up I'm going to kill you!

[zestandzeal]

Вы можете пробовать, но я убил бы Вас сначала, хотите ли Вы верить этому или нет.

If it blew up, I'd probably already be dead, and so would you.

[chasingwood]

Vous me conduisez insensé.

Come help me, please.

[zestandzeal]

Je sais.

*drops his cigarette and grinds it out with the toe of his shoe, leaning over her to gaze at the Potion, and then curiously at the notebook, not tearing his eyes away as he stares at the formula and ingredients, confused because it's so complex*

*begins to mumble quietly under his breath as he watches her work*

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

[chasingwood]

Thank you. For putting that out. I've been in here all day and I don't think I can take any more fumes.