"Miss Potts, why don't you slow down?"
Purple juice dripped from the young witch's hands, leaving deep, bruise-like stains where it ran. Her arms wiggled, tempting the delicate balance between shuffling her sleeves away from further ruin and inviting it to run right up inside them instead! Catching her elbows on her side, Millie finally found enough purchase to drag her ruined sleeves to relative safety high on her arms. Frantic eyes turned up to meet her professor's, and for a moment the young witch held her lips in a tight line.
His face filled her view, and for a moment the young witch rocked back on her heels. Uncertainty plagued her mind, holding her hands hostage. The shrivelfig remained frozen in her palm, dripping onto the table until his gentle words stirred her into motion again. Millie obeyed instinctively, filling her lungs with life-giving air, and set the fruit down in its jar.
"Did I—?" The Ravenclaw girl found herself suddenly aware of the quiet between them, and in the greenhouse itself. Her eyes darted to the tables where the Gryffindor class had been tending projects, widening at their vacant surroundings. Her lungs held onto its breath for dear life, a life that would soon be ended if she wasn't at her next class on time. Millie wished desperately that the professor would say something, or do something.
Or just look away so she could pack her things and hurry back up to the castle.
Purple juice dripped from the young witch's hands, leaving deep, bruise-like stains where it ran. Her arms wiggled, tempting the delicate balance between shuffling her sleeves away from further ruin and inviting it to run right up inside them instead! Catching her elbows on her side, Millie finally found enough purchase to drag her ruined sleeves to relative safety high on her arms. Frantic eyes turned up to meet her professor's, and for a moment the young witch held her lips in a tight line.
His face filled her view, and for a moment the young witch rocked back on her heels. Uncertainty plagued her mind, holding her hands hostage. The shrivelfig remained frozen in her palm, dripping onto the table until his gentle words stirred her into motion again. Millie obeyed instinctively, filling her lungs with life-giving air, and set the fruit down in its jar.
"Did I—?" The Ravenclaw girl found herself suddenly aware of the quiet between them, and in the greenhouse itself. Her eyes darted to the tables where the Gryffindor class had been tending projects, widening at their vacant surroundings. Her lungs held onto its breath for dear life, a life that would soon be ended if she wasn't at her next class on time. Millie wished desperately that the professor would say something, or do something.
Or just look away so she could pack her things and hurry back up to the castle.
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