Ten minutes later, Roy, who had climbed back to his feet, and Aisling, who had resumed her ladylike demeanor, stood obediently before two pure silver cauldrons opposite Snape under his death glare.
Tap, tap, tap—
Snape dragged his black robes behind him and paced back and forth through the office without saying a word. Even so, his eyes remained fixed fiercely on the two people standing respectfully across from him.
Especially Roy. Looking at that foolish face of his when he tried to look serious, Snape clicked his tongue and shook his head with a few sighs. The scene from earlier replayed in his mind. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but he was too speechless to know what to say. In the end, he could only turn his head away and refuse to look at Roy's face.
"What are you two waiting for? Do I need to fetch the ingredients for you as well? Get them off the shelves yourselves! Do I have to personally teach you every little thing? I don't have time to waste an entire evening here with you. Get started already!"
It was obvious Snape was in a foul mood. Upon hearing his sarcastic words, Roy and Aisling immediately sprang into action. They jogged over to the shelves behind Snape, clattering as they took down heaps of bottles and jars, nearly clearing out Snape's stash of precious Potions ingredients.
Snape's presence was still rather terrifying. Under his deathly stare, Aisling and Roy did not dare delay after gathering the ingredients. After a brief discussion, they immediately began processing the precious materials at hand.
"I'll remove the organs from the Purple-blood Leeches. You deal with the Mugwort first. Be careful—you have to soak it thoroughly before mincing it."
After all, Aisling had