Attired in standard faculty robes, Stephen Maturin stands behind a long table at the head of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to come to order. He is in no great hurry, but when one or two conversations trickle over into the silence that otherwise falls over the room, he gives the assembled students a look that raises a "shhh" from the
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But when Stephen announced what they would be brewing, Lily froze. Shite, bugger, fucking bloody piss in a hole. Oh, this was going to be fun. If by 'fun' one meant 'completely should skip class for the first time ever'. Glancing up, Lily wondered vaguely if she could make for the exit before anyone realized she was leaving.
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In fact, there were a number of people in the room who had abused sleeping potions, if only Stephen had known it. Since it was not actually an opiate he was teaching about, he saw no problem with it whatsoever. In truth, he might not have scrupled to teach about laudanum either. After all, it was a sovereign panacea when used judiciously!
He did notice that Miss Evans appeared somewhat distressed, however, and recalling their conversation of some weeks ago, wondered whether she was upset he was not teaching about ECR, evil clowns being serious business and all.
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A nasty grin spread across his face, and he leaned back in his seat, folding his arms behind his head. "Say, Doc," he called out to Stephen, "do~ we get to keep the final product, this time around?"
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