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Canoc thumped his staff as he walked painfully through the woods. He'd gotten an owl requesting to tutor young Miss Weasley. He sat down on a stump and wiped the sweat from his forehead before patting his pockets in search of a potion. He uncorked it, threw it back and swallowed before steam came out of his ears. His chuckled rang through the field and into the forest. He felt moderately better. He closed his eyes and leaned against his staff awaiting the arrival of his student.