So he was working on a way to embed pensieve qualities to the parchment.His success was varied and while they could’ve outsourced the project, it would’ve meant sharing the profit with an outside source.
It was the last day of classes before the Yule break and she was looking forward to it.
It was Friday so Harry wouldn’t be disappearing to have dueling lessons with Flitwick. The first years were subdued for a change, a little down perhaps because Harry hadn’t been at breakfast or dinner the night before.
Harry was lingering of the foyer near the stairs, having a conversation with a portrait.
She paused to watch him and wasn’t surprised the woman in the portrait blushed and leaned forward to display an indecent amount of cleavage.
They were the only Gryffindors in the class and there were only two Hufflepuffs—Susan Bones and Ernest Macmillan.
Susan and Ernie were seated on the other side of the Ravenclaws as far from the Slytherins as they could get. The elves made and sold a variety of parchment products in the Shoppe and she wanted to offer projection story books.
He hadn’t considered what it would be like for all of the students in Hogwarts to know the content of the sacrifice ritual.
“I don’t mean to be crass, but not a single witch or wizard in this room would qualify for the ritual at this point. A lot of witches confided in her, looked to her for support and information.
He’d chosen to eat in his quarters, again, and she hadn’t said anything about it.