He's absolutely unbearable - there's always something, every lesson, that he manages to pick out and criticize about her usually flawless potions work. It shouldn't faze her, because she knows her methods are correct, but his pride is so vexing, the way he wears that sneer like a badge of honor, and she's sure he swishes his sleeves more often than is strictly necessary, tosses his hair with a hint of vanity when he turns brusquely away from a scorned student. She wonders what it would be like to grab a fistful of that dirty hair and drag him down onto his desk, finally silencing his endless criticisms with her tongue.
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