"I...yes, Professor," she said, not doing a very good job of hiding her dismay. No, she definitely didn't like the sound of this at all; she never thought that scrubbing cauldrons would ever seem appealing until she had something worse to compare it to. Considering the kind of potions she'd been studying in his class recently, she just hoped that whatever he wanted her to taste test wouldn't make her sprout antlers or turn her skin purple.

And if it did, that it at least would wear off before the evening was over; the last thing she wanted was to be stuck going to class the next day after an evening of being a guinea pig looking like...well, a guinea pig.

Still, she didn't make any kind of real protest; if she said no to this, who knew what he might decide to make her do instead? It was better to just go along with it and get it over with, so even if the brows above were twisted from nervousness, her eyelids still slid closed as commanded.

Bravely enduring difficult situations was also a sign of Gryffindor courage, right?