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"Yeah... nerves of jelly, maybe," Harry added dryly, agreeing with her agreeing with him.
Phobius nodded in understanding, switching back to English. "Ah. Makes sense. I just learned French one night because I was bored."
Of course, it was at that point that Confusa promptly got bored and jumped up onto Hermione's head, giving her lips and Phobius's face pointed looks that went right over Phobius's head; apparently the cat had caught on to Hermione's feelings concerning her owner, and was of the opinion that they ought to forego all the complicated human mating rituals and skip to the part where they started trying to eat each other's faces.

"No idea," was Phobius's blunt reply. Soon Snape came over, and he took his schedule from the man with a nod of thanks.
Of course, Confusa promptly decided that more direct intervention was needed and proceeded to push off Hermione's head in such a way that her lips ended up mashing into Phobius's.
Naturally, it was at that point that Harry smiled back at Katherine, then turned to ask Phobius something, meaning he saw the embarrassing position they were in. "I didn't know you two fancied each other," he noted innocently.

"Er, all right," Harry agreed, blinking as he was dragged away by Katherine.
"Er, right," Phobius mumbled, wide-eyed and very, very confused; then again, for a near-emotionless boy like him, the crush he was starting to develop was probably very, very confusing.
Confusa just sat there looking smug as all hell.

Harry was silent as he stood there, looking at the trophy with the sort of awed fascination only an orphan looking at something from their parents could have.
Phobius fortunately managed to regain his bearings after a moment, watching Harry silently. Eventually, however, he gently put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Harry, I'm fairly certain classes are starting soon. If we don't want to be late, we should probably go now." Noting that Harry was about to object, he added, "Relax, Harry - I'm sure the trophy case isn't going anywhere."
Harry hesitated, then reluctantly nodded, standing up and flashing Katherine a thankful smile for showing him this.

Once everyone's attention was on him, Professor Snape spoke. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
While Harry tried not to be insulted by that last comment, Phobius was discreetly hanging on every word, obviously intrigued by the possibilities of Potions, his eyes alight with a passionate fascination that he had never felt before.

"Draught of Living Death, sir," Harry answered, secretly rather grateful that he'd taken the time to take a quick look at a couple of the textbooks on the ride over and review them a little before he went to sleep.
Phobius silently made a note of that, wanting to learn as much about potions as possible.

Harry smiled and nodded in thanks to Katherine before going to get the ingredients they needed, blushing ever-so-slightly at the praise.
Phobius patiently directed Hermione to the correct page before getting the ingredients they needed and coming back, starting to mix the potion with the brunette bookworm.