"The potions class’s door is thrown dramatically open, and in dances that black hole of a woman, with a scar-aching glare. She leans with her best effort to strike an attractive pose, while beginning to whet her students’ appetites with a taste of what kind of rhetoric could be expected here. The stark impossibility that such a thing could be human, not to mention a human that Harry has to pay attention to, is only matched by Mouthoil’s apparent infatuation with her. They look into each other’s eyes like two serpents on a honeymoon, Professor Snake, astonished that she has an admirer, and Mouthoil, astonished that he likes women."
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