Harry got out of Detention that Thursday relatively quickly. Wouldn't want to make the bullies wait, now would I? More importantly, Snape seemed the type to take some sort of revenge, if I stayed too late. So, everything scrubbed, a pleasant burn in my arms, and a dash across the dungeons. Make that through the dungeons, strewing mayhem in my wake. Harry had to bite his own lip to stop from laughing. It was far more pleasant to beat the bullies at their own game, than it was to deal with a chest full of fist, or a kidney full of bootprint.
Quidditch was late that day, so Harry was up in the sky - even after his detention. The twins and Ollie seemed happy to see him, and happier to have him running 'drills'. He was quite glad that none of the other seekers were watching him practice (apparently other teams were banned from observing practices), because he was most certainly not doing real drills. Instead, he was practicing the NoticeMeNot spell, except using his entire body to cast the word in the clouds. It might not actually be possible to cast the spell like that, but it sure did a lot for his memory.
After Quiddich, he showered and rushed up to his still, ready to add the powdered moonstone and then decant the liquid. It was his first time with a perfect potion, and Harry grinned at the accomplishment, bottling it into three bottles, and putting one in the rack, while setting the other two aside for medikits.
Always prepared made a good watchword.
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