Shawn hopped off his broomstick, still feeling he had not flown quite enough.
He had never paid much attention to having fun before, so he had never truly known the joy of soaring freely through the air.
No wonder a few people fell to their deaths at Heavenly Gate Mountain every year.
Still reluctant to stop, he put his broomstick into his ring and stood outside the door, intending to spend a few minutes working out what to say before knocking.
But before he could compose his speech, the door was yanked open, revealing Snape with his wand raised. Seeing Shawn, his wary expression flickered with surprise.
"Ha, Black? It's past curfew, isn't it? Oh? Has the Chief of all four houses decided to take over the professors' patrol duties as well?"
Snape sneered, then turned and headed back to his workbench.
This time, Shawn did not talk back. He followed him into the room and closed the door behind him.
Then he approached Snape, who was brewing a potion, and watched the old bat once again working on a golden liquid.
He had seen him brewing it countless times by now.
Shawn was admittedly mediocre in Potions Class, but even an idiot would have realized by now that this was no Felix Felicis.
Since he needed an opening for the conversation, he might as well ask about something he did not understand.
"Professor, this isn't Felix Felicis, is it? What potion are you actually researching? You've been working on it for over a year."
Snape gave Shawn a contemptuous look, as though he were a troll whose head was stuffed with flobberworms.
For some reason, though, he refrained from mocking him for once today and even answered honestly.
"An incomplete ancient Resurrection Potion."
Shawn was startled. Who was this