Just as Chanel gets to the sink, the scene abruptly starts to move once more. Alva finishes filling bottles and corks each one, lickety split. It's fascinating how fast he works. Monty almost forgets to answer him until he offers one of the bottles out.

"Oh, I couldn't intrude on your night," Monty says finally, awkwardly, reaching to take the potion from Alva's hand.

Alva laughs and pulls the bottle back, quick as a snap and just out of Monty's reach. "Come to this week's poker game, Thursday night, or I'm not going to give you any of these." He flashes an infuriatingly boyish smile "Campus could really use the excitement, huh?"

Monty huffs, scowling. "No. Don't be a bastard."

A bark of laughter from the Potionsmaster. His favorite sort of compliment. "Ah, now that's the Monty Crockett I've heard rumors about. Here for three weeks and I was beginning to wonder if it was all slander."

"It is all slander," Monty insists, exasperated.

Alva extends the offered potion once more. "I'm joking. Just come to poker night once and see how you like it. I promised Cas I could convince you to come and neither one of us wants to hurt his feelings."

Monty's face blanches. "What?"

The scene freezes. In the sink, the silver bottle glows faintly gold. In the back of the room, the door out of the Potions lab stands open, though here instead of looking out into Central Classrooms, it leads back to the Peckenpaugh auditorium.

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