Potions Class

"It's two thirds of salamander, Blackwood."
"No it's not."
"Can you even read, you idiot?!"
"If you think the book is perfect, you haven't learned much, have you?" She switched to a whisper as she realized the jab at Mortimer.
He made a face as if he'd bitten a lemon. He wishes he could call me a mudblood, she realized, smirking slightly at the triumph.
"We'll see which option is up to snuff, Marais." She mumbled in concentration.
He stiffened his shoulders and reread the passage with greater focus, as if it were now more of a race than it was.
She ignored him, his moods were often ignorable for a Blackwood, she herself was far less tame. He wasn't used to being ignored and she quite enjoyed teaching him.
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