Ambrose was, Hazel considered, preferable to her partner last lesson, a Ravenclaw who hadn't stopped talking to one of their housemates long enough to actually assist her with the lesson. She supposed they were all of them guilty to preferring to work within their own house. Even Hazel would have preferred another Hufflepuff student, even if they were poor at Potions. She would have felt less self-conscious, anyway.
She moved out of the way slightly, still stirring, for Ambrose to add the first half of the billywig parts and then the second, and lifted her stirrer from the cauldron and set it on the work table for a moment.
"My notes call to let it stand two minutes," she observed, reserving judgment for all he might have felt it when she continued. "You're welcome to check our book."