Benedict was more than happy with his potion, not top, but a passing attempt. He gave a polite rap on the table when Anne Moony was singled out at the leader of the pack. He had had to supress a little laugh when he had seen Miss DeCroix watch her spoon stand itself upright as her potion hardened, he wondered what she had done. But after some fuss with a vanishing spell, the blonde girl left with her Ravenclaw yearmate Millie Potts , Violetta being sure to wish the other Slytherin girl luck on the way past her desk. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin now!" he said playfully as they all began.

He had taken this potion over the winter during a frightful bout of cold, he knew the recipe well although he might skip the nip of brandy his mother sometimes added towards the end. He gathered his ingredients together and went to work, making quick work of the relatively familiar concoction. When done he place the vessel down and smiled towards the others with his fingers crossed.