Copper or Brass? Violetta thought to herself looking at the supply rack, copper was faster but her gut was telling her brass. Her gut was also telling her she was nervous, she wasn't the greatest at Potions, she had gotten lucky to make the draught of living death but then she had had good group mates. She grabbed the more orange of the two cauldrons and made her way to the bench where she had already gathered her other ingredients.

A little smile was passed to Anne and Millie as she returned, she had wished them both good luck before they started, but now was the time to be ruthless, and she quickly changed her friendly smile to a look of competitive determination, but then her cheeks rose to give the game away.

The blonde sat back down, grinding, mixing, reading and re-reading the recipe. The waiting time in the middle seemed to drag on and on, but eventually she was finished and slid her cauldron slightly towards the front of her desk. She carefully eyed the other students to see what position they were each in.