"Quit staring at me Ms. Granger."

"Well you have recovered quite quickly haven't you sir?" Said with a smirk that mirrored his usual.

"I have a strong tolerance for accidents that can accrue because of dunderheads such as Mr. Quincey."

"This happened because he put in the hawks blood before the quails feather, right?"

"Exactly, following the instructions in queue is vital." He starts to stand, his left leg begins to quiver, without thinking she grabs to hold him up. He jerks away, falls back down.

"Fine. I don't even know why I attempted to help you, good day professor."