With her gaze on the table below her, Dionisa let a proud smile find its way onto her lips. It was only round one, but still. It somewhat validated that, despite her lack of NEWTs, she wasn't lacking skill-wise. When Dionisia learned that she had to make a Calming Draught, the smile only deepened; she'd made plenty of those as a mediwitch!

She worked diligently to complete it, stepping back as she'd done before when it was completed.