Saturday February 11th, 1893 - Great Hall

LEANDER HOBDAY: 7.75
The last Slytherin in the bunch, and halfway through, the boy's potion suddenly started spewing a large column of black smoke. Agrimony walked over to the boy, raising his hand to bat away the smoke. He didn't bother peering in. A wave of his wand saw the ingredients and potion evaporate. "Perhaps next time, Hobday. You have frog brains on your shoulder." Keen to get on with the competition, Agrimony walked over to the next person who signified they were done.

Calla Potts: 10.25
Merlin, if this girl made this face for much longer, she would permanently get stuck like that. "You can stop making that face, you know." Agrimony murmured as he peered into her potion. It was emitting a vibrant green glow. "Passable."

Wrath Wakefield: 11.25
Out of sheer amusement Agrimony grinned (which for him was a little tick of movement at the corner of his mouth before it immediately fell). The oddly named Hufflepuff seemed to have done it again. Not only did it glow, but it had a lovely sheen to the surface. "Onto the next round with your housemate then, Wakefield."

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One the ingredients were set in front of the two girls, Agrimony looked at both of them. "You'll be brewing a personal favorite of mine. The Draught of Living Death." It was the closest to nostalgic that the wizard probably got. "90 minutes again. You may begin."

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Called out, the sixth year flushed and her face instantly fell flat. She knew Mr. MacNair had to check their potions - obviously - but she really hadn't expected him to actually be paying attention to her. She didn't try to justify herself. Not when by the time she'd recovered enough to actually speak he'd already checked her potion and started to move on. When he announced this round's potion, she made a point to keep her face school completely blank and instead offered a little wave and nod of 'good luck' to Wraith before turning into her own potion. That was Calla for you. Unless it was directly on the pitch or with one of her sisters and Sloane, she'd never had a competitive bone in her body, and as much as she was starting to get excited about the possibility of winning, she certainly would have no qualms about Miss Wakefield winning either.

A good amount of time latter she lifted her hand to indicate she was done.

  

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look at the pretties mj made me!!!

Wrath narrowed her eyes slightly at the way Mr. MacNair insulted Hobday because his potion failed. It would be disappointing enough to mess up in a competition like this one but to have the judge mock you because of it, that was just uncalled for. Wrath certainly hoped, for Mr. MacNair's sake, he didn't do it to her should one of her potions fail in such a manner.

By the time he came to inspect her potion, Wrath gave no sign outwardly how she felt about Mr. MacNair's conduct with the last Slytherin in the competition. She did watch him closely however, confident her potion was done properly and should advance her to the next stage.

"Thank you Mr. MacNair," she responded politely. She may have had dark thoughts a few moments ago but that didn't mean she would forget her manners.

When the next potion was announced, Wrath smiled. She rather liked the Draught of Living Death given how much potential it had to get rid of somebody without technically murdering them. Not that she would ever use it in such a way, at least not unless suitably provoked.

Once the call to begin came, Wrath glanced over at her fellow Hufflepuff and caught her wave and nod and returned it. No matter which of them won, at least it would be a win for their House. Not that Wrath intended to let Potts win, not if she could help it. With this being their last potion, Wrath definitely wanted to go home a winner and whatever prize she would get for winning, even if just bragging rights.

As she had been doing so far, Wrath took a moment to gather her ingredients and prepare them, taking extra care to mash her bean to the right consistency. Then she started her potion adding the beans when the time came and stirring the cauldron. It had only been about a year since she learned of this potion so she was very familiar with it. Once she was finished she raised her hand, only then noticing Potts had finished hers only moments before.

  

Saturday February 11th, 1893 - Great Hall

Once the hour was up, Agrimony stepped forward to take a look at their potions. Miss Potts' potion was quite clear, almost permitting Agrimony to see straight down to the bottom of her cauldron. And, the girl had managed to keep her expression fairly neutral throughout the entire hour.

“Very good,” He observed, before moving onto Wakefield’s which was…. “I can still see a bit of lilac.” A bit was an understatement. It was pale, but not at all clear.

“The victory for this round goes to Miss Calla Potts.” Agrimony announced, gesturing to the taller of the two girls and clapping along with the rest of the crowd.


Calla Potts: 10.25 | Wrath Wakefield: 7.25

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