He might not have actually been intending for it to be a joke, but Foxwood’s outrage nearly made him laugh. Though he considered it a compliment that someone thought that he might actually confront an acromantula colony by himself; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t entertained the thought of it, but it had never been worth the risk to his person. He wouldn’t put it past a Gryffindor though, especially if it were to brag over breakfast.

“I’ll take that as an insult, I’m not a Gryffindor obsessed with the idea of being ‘great’ and ‘daring’.” After walking another 10 meters, Agrimony squinted down at the base of a tree and spotted the tell tale sign of the very herb he was looking for. He bent down and plucked a few bushels. “Hogsmeade’s apothecary has horrible quality dittany.” He said by way of explanation before handing the dittany to Foxwood. “What is it with you and questions?” He volleyed back before crouching again. “Weren’t you the one just going on an on about trust?”

Glancing at his pocketwatch in the light of the moon, Agrimony looked to the forested sky. “Almost time…” he murmured to himself before picking some more dittany and stuffing it in his pockets.

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