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The dim light of Slughorn’s classroom glinted off Dorcas’s polished nails as she leaned back, utterly unimpressed by his theatrical warnings. Her dark eyes tracked the professor’s every word with bored precision, her mind already three steps ahead. With a soft exhale, she pushed away from her desk, the scent of old parchment and drying herbs hanging in the air. 'Lets just get the ingredients,' she murmured to her partner, her voice cool and efficient. She moved toward the back of the room, her braids swaying slightly as she effortlessly gathered the necessary components, her focus sharp despite her casual demeanor.