AN: Chapter twenty-nine!
Professor Snape was a sallow man, dressed in black, dark eyes glaring out at the world. He tolerated little and expected perfection. He was snappish, condescending and proud.
Fakir liked him. This was a man who simply didn't care what his student did outside of their classes nor bothered wasting time with inanities. As long as Fakir's potions were stellar and his essays excellent, Snape would answer completely and succinctly his questions about using potions for transfiguration (after class, of course).
"Pay attention!" Snape barked. "How would you harvest a Chizpurfle carapace?"
"I would lure the Chizpurfle towards a Venomous Tentacula," Fakir answered immediately, "and collect its carapace once the plant has consumed and ejected it."
"And for what potion?"
"For an antidote potion – the Antidote for Uncommon Potions."
"Brew it. The directions are on your desk." He waved his wand, sending a sheaf of papers flying to Fakir's desk.
AN: I did not make up the "chizpurfle" – it's a canon creature (from the HP video games). Despite what it may seem, I'm neither dead nor on hiatus! Updates will just be very erratic.
See you next update! Some duck-time, same duck-channel!