"I'm sorry, Professor Snape." Alistair lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to pull his chaotic thoughts back into order. "I'll pay attention in class from now on."
"Stay after class to process potion ingredients, Ruler." Snape gave him a subtle glance, withdrew his gaze, and turned back to continue the Potions class.
Alistair forced himself to stop thinking about those matters, jotted down what Snape was saying in his notebook, and then picked up the potion ingredients to grind and brew.
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