Waiting was the worst part of this class for the young witch. The cauldron bubbled in front of her, the potion liquid simmering with an ominous mood. It felt that way, at least, even as Millie tried to ignore it for her notes or a chapter of her book. She tried to be discrete about that part, these Potions classes just stretched on too long for her not to be bored silly.
At last, it was time. Millie had already watched others adding their final ingredients, watching the grains of sand on her hourglass run unbearably slow. She wasn't using the pewter cauldron she had last year, thankfully, that would have taken even longer! When it was time, the young witch dropped the bat spleen into the brass vessel that used to be her brother's and stirred. A thumb rubbed along the inside of her necklace as she held her breath.
If the potion didn't blow up in her face, Millie was taking that as success for the day no matter what else happened.
At last, it was time. Millie had already watched others adding their final ingredients, watching the grains of sand on her hourglass run unbearably slow. She wasn't using the pewter cauldron she had last year, thankfully, that would have taken even longer! When it was time, the young witch dropped the bat spleen into the brass vessel that used to be her brother's and stirred. A thumb rubbed along the inside of her necklace as she held her breath.
If the potion didn't blow up in her face, Millie was taking that as success for the day no matter what else happened.
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