Pointing out the very obvious boomslang skin was not helpful at all. "You're making fun of me. That's what you're doing," he seethed, holding a hand up as if he was about to hit the other man, but managed to take a breath and drop it. He needed a little patience. He needed his wand. "My ingredient is called witch’s ganglion. It's not easy to find, not like boomslang skin." He took another deep breath and glanced under the cabinet. It would be a tight fit to get his arm under there, assuming his arm was even long enough, but he wasn't about to get down there and look for it with Greengrass right behind him.
