Muddling his way through a potions essay, Ambrose wasn't exactly enjoying his evening. And who really cared about the three uses of hippogriff's saliva anyways? If it was going to be useful in a potion, then it would be on the ingredient list so, short of having to write his own potions, he didn't see the need to figure out the uses himself.
But that was the assignment, and he was doing it, though he was quite happy to have a distraction. So when Daphne interrupted him, he gladly pushed his items away. "Please," he said with a nod. "What's going on?"