It did not escape Rex's notice that he was the only first year here.

Whether that was a good thing or not, the Hufflepuff could not say for sure, but the realization sent a new surge of nervousness through him. Had the directions not been on the blackboard, Abraxas would likely have missed entirely the fact that he was supposed to be working on a wideye potion, and so the young wizard was several beats behind his more experienced competition getting started. The boy worked hard on his potion, realizing that he was the first one done, in spite of being the last to start.

A good thing, or bad?

At least this time Luce could be paired with more friendly faces with the students she was competing against. Even if she had won, she reminded herself to not let it go to her head. A lady never let things get to her head like that. Deep breathes helped. Though she did have to ignore the potion ingredients that were starting to grow more obvious as the time had gone by. Focus, she had to remember to focus. Such ingredients that were bugging her nose had to be kept track of. How she made her potion was also quite important. And she had to focus. She could do this, hard work would certainly be a key factor.