"There's hardly anything common about your thieving, James Potter," she said before she gave up on trying to chase the smoke out.
At least it wasn't as thick as it had been before.
"And even if I did think you had a potion to practice on, I doubt very much you'd give up a Friday night to do it." She moved back to her workspace and set out the ingredients to try again. "So, what were you after, then?"
She fixed her emerald eyes on him, a little smile on her lips.