He blinked, at first not noticing she was there. He turned and looked at her, confused at the fact someone had spoken to him, even if he was alone and mostly harmless. “Mckinnon?” he asked out loud when her identity registered in his mind. Then he registered what she’d actually said. She still did have it, didn’t she? He’d had other things on his mind than retreiving his potions book upon returning to Hogwarts.
“Do you have it right now?” he asked, prefering to get it back as soon as possible, now. Sure, she wasn’t the worst person to have it, and had probably only used it for notes, but it could get to other less favourable people if it stayed in her possession.
“How did you even get it in the first place?” He had no idea honestly.
“I should have it somewhere in this stack of books.” She kneeled down, placed the books on her knee and searched for the book. It had to be there. And here it was. She pulled out the book, tooked the other books in her other arm and stood up. “Here you are.” She gave the book to him and smiled. “It lay in the library and I tooked a look and when I saw the notes I thought it’d be better if I keep it until I can hand it back to you. You shouldn’t just let it lay anywhere I guess not everybody would give it back to you or go to Dumbledore.” Marlene thought he’d know to whom she was refering but it wasn’t that hard to guess.
Still she kept wondering where he knew all these thing from, she never heard of those advices but they’ve really worked. “Tell me, where did you got all these advices from? Or did you just made them by yourself? It’s scary how they all work. I hope you’re not angry that I looked at some of them.”
He smiled awkwardly in return, it come off looking more like a sneer, all teeth and a scrunched up nose. "Thank you."
He wasn't entirely sure who she meant would go to Dumbledore, but he ignored it, and shrugged. "That's why it's written so poorly." It was meant to be nearly unreadable. Obviously, it wasn't.
She'd asked how he knew all of his 'advices' worked, hadn't she. Well, a large part had been trial and error behind his father's back at home with whatever he could smuggle back with him, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "Some is previous education from my mother, but most of it is my own knowledge."
And that wasn't even a lie. He'd seen her very quickly brew things as a child hoping for her husband not to notice, and he'd been interested enough that she promised to show him later on. She'd done a tiny bit, but when she discovered him doing it at home alone, instead of telling no, its dangerous, she'd given him the okay and just warned him to not let his father see it.
He shook his head in a small motion. "I'm not angry." he told her, a little worried, but glad to have his book back, and hoping she'd only used the potion notes, not others.
