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Marzia Yaxley was far from his choice of companion in the after-hours in the potions laboratory, despite them being house and yearmates. The muggleborn student was not afraid, but he was suspect of every pureblood that crossed his path after last weekend and Marzia had never held her tongue on such matters. “Mind passing me the Essence of Comfrey?” He indicated to the cabinet nearest her where the ingredient was.















