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The dungeons were still as cold and drafty as ever, but somehow the atmosphere had changed. Snape was glaring at his NEWTs Potions class in an almost challenging manner, while he flicked his wand at the blackboard, letting the recipe for the new concoction appear.
"Fuck!" Ron cursed, as he bumped his foot.
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"Fuck!" Seamus cursed, as his knife slipped from his hand.
Snape gritted his teeth.
"Fuck," Harry said, looking the professor calmly into the eyes.
Snape turned around and drew three lines, mumbling, "I think there's a growing shortage of common sense in some quarters…"