Disclaimer - all known HP-characters in this story belong J.K. Rowling without exception… I only play with them a little bit (and when I'm finished, I'll put them back into the box. Promised).
~ Teacher and Student ~
"Make sure you cut them with the grain, not against it," Snape muttered as he adjusted the flame, "I don't want another stain on the table."
The girl nodded and turned the roots.
"Now... tell me why you have to use a copper knife for Potentilla and not a silver one?" he asked looking over to her.
She had to think a moment for the right answer, chewing her bottom lip. Snape couldn't hold back a smile – she was so much like her mother.
Hermione, watching them from the door, felt her heart warm at the sight. Teacher for life.
A/N: Sorry for the lip-chewing ;)