Theodore raised his gaze to meet hers as he carefully ladled the liquid into the waiting funnel. Her voice was serious, her mouth stern, but there was a small glint that sparked through Padma's dark eyes. This was either an incredibly secret aspiration, or pure bollocks. "Wouldn't dare," he insisted, adding another measure of their assignment to the flask to ensure there was enough for Slughorn to test for the both of them. "I'd hate to insult the world's first literary potioneer."