"Enough. We'll stop here for tonight."
As the clock hands pointed to ten, Roy and Aisling, who had spent an hour tirelessly processing all sorts of potion ingredients, both stopped working when they heard Snape's flat tone. They let out long sighs in unison, exchanged a glance, then yanked off their dragon-hide gloves, which were covered in all kinds of unidentified liquids, and tossed them into the basin at their feet.
"Thank goodness that's over. The smell coming off that chicory juice nearly gave me Sharingan. If I'd known, I would've prepared goggles before handling it."
After hearing Roy's complaint, Aisling and Snape both looked at the goggles hanging from the rack, then turned equally puzzled looks toward Roy, who was still stretching.
"I think you really are going blind. Aren't the goggles right next to you?"
"Hmm? Where?"
Roy looked around, finally noticing the goggles hanging beside his hand. An incredulous expression immediately appeared on his face.
"Damn, Hogwarts has delayed spawning mechanics too?"
"????"
Snape and Aisling both looked speechless at Roy. Could he really blame his own blindness on something spawning late? Haki Bee, you really never lost, did you?
"Enough. You two may return to your dormitory. No wandering around outside. Yes, I'm talking about you, Roy Smith."
Snape seemed to still be angry about Roy's remarks concerning Lily Evans, but the exceptionally insensitive Roy failed to detect the irritation in his voice. After all, Snape always sounded like that. Assuming only that Snape was tired, Roy said nothing more. Once he had packed up, he left Snape's office with Aisling, chatting as they went.
With a bang, the office door closed behind them. Snape could no longer hear Roy and Aisling chatting. Clearly, the few things Roy had mentioned today had stirred up some unpleasant