When the potion was finished, dawn had already broken.
A sharp knock sounded on the stone door of the Potions Office, and he strode over and wrenched it open with a scowl.
The person standing there took him somewhat by surprise. Immediately afterward, a scent of cedar and lilies drifted over to him, carrying a fragrance mingled with a bitter edge that seemed utterly out of place in the warmth of the room.
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