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.