Day 31
Day 31
Tuesday, 1 October 1996
"Sir, I'm having trouble with something."
Severus arched an eyebrow. "Synthetic unicorn blood not working out quite the way you'd hoped? Imagine my surprise."
Granger lifted her chin defiantly. "Would you -- if I leave you my notes, could you take a look?"
"I waste enough of my time on this, Granger."
"Yes, sir, but -- if you happen to have any free. I'd appreciate it."
Sighing, Severus waved a hand at his desk. "Leave them, then. But I can't promise I'll get to it."
"Thank you, sir," she said, digging in her bag for her journal and leaving it on the corner of his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Spectacular."
She left, and he reached for her journal and flipped through it quickly. The first quarter of it contained notes on unicorn blood, its properties and effects, and other ways to achieve the same results. It looked to be copied verbatim out of several texts, and Severus snorted at the amateurish effort it represented, in both potions and subterfuge. But it didn't look as though Potter actually needed the unicorn blood; that, at least, was a positive sign.
The rest of the journal was far more interesting. It appeared that Potter was protected by some sort of powerful runic barrier, and the arithmancy to get round it was ridiculously advanced. He conceded that Granger wasn't doing a terrible job, but she was moving very slowly, and several key calculations were off. Frowning thoughtfully, Severus took the journal back to the office in his quarters.
He grabbed a few advanced arithmancy books off the shelves which focused on the field's convergence with ancient runes, dogeared the relevant passages, and then rummaged in his desk for his charmed quill. He opened Granger's journal and had the quill trace a page of her writing, and then set about fixing her equations in her own hand.
As an afterthought, he took his own quill and shredded her 'work' on unicorn blood. He took the lot back to the lab and then returned to his quarters, where he made the important discovery that he'd gone completely round the twist. He caught himself staring at Potter's hairbrush and thinking about polyjuice, and he cursed viciously and Flooed to Knockturn Alley. He paid no attention to what the whore looked like.
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Tuesday, 1 October 1996
"Sir, I'm having trouble with something."
Severus arched an eyebrow. "Synthetic unicorn blood not working out quite the way you'd hoped? Imagine my surprise."
Granger lifted her chin defiantly. "Would you -- if I leave you my notes, could you take a look?"
"I waste enough of my time on this, Granger."
"Yes, sir, but -- if you happen to have any free. I'd appreciate it."
Sighing, Severus waved a hand at his desk. "Leave them, then. But I can't promise I'll get to it."
"Thank you, sir," she said, digging in her bag for her journal and leaving it on the corner of his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Spectacular."
She left, and he reached for her journal and flipped through it quickly. The first quarter of it contained notes on unicorn blood, its properties and effects, and other ways to achieve the same results. It looked to be copied verbatim out of several texts, and Severus snorted at the amateurish effort it represented, in both potions and subterfuge. But it didn't look as though Potter actually needed the unicorn blood; that, at least, was a positive sign.
The rest of the journal was far more interesting. It appeared that Potter was protected by some sort of powerful runic barrier, and the arithmancy to get round it was ridiculously advanced. He conceded that Granger wasn't doing a terrible job, but she was moving very slowly, and several key calculations were off. Frowning thoughtfully, Severus took the journal back to the office in his quarters.
He grabbed a few advanced arithmancy books off the shelves which focused on the field's convergence with ancient runes, dogeared the relevant passages, and then rummaged in his desk for his charmed quill. He opened Granger's journal and had the quill trace a page of her writing, and then set about fixing her equations in her own hand.
As an afterthought, he took his own quill and shredded her 'work' on unicorn blood. He took the lot back to the lab and then returned to his quarters, where he made the important discovery that he'd gone completely round the twist. He caught himself staring at Potter's hairbrush and thinking about polyjuice, and he cursed viciously and Flooed to Knockturn Alley. He paid no attention to what the whore looked like.
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