The spell washed over her as a bitter relief, scrubbing her robes clean of the deep colors from the shrivelfig. Her professor smiled at the ease of it all, but all Millie wanted to do now was cry. She tipped her eyes quickly, biting her lip as she gathered up her things. Her head nodded as the professor continued, fearing she might bleed before he was all done with her.

"Mhmmm, she managed, slinging the bag over her shoulder. The young witch turned away from the table, her grades reassured but her temperament uncertain. Why was she so upset at a little stain? She picked up her feet, hurrying quickly from the greenhouse, setting herself back on the way to her next class. Her feet nearly tumbled over each other as her head swam, floundering without an answer from her heart.

Remedial lessons in Herbology was bad enough, but to embarrass herself in front of Professor Skeeter like that? He knew exactly what the Potts were capable of, and Millie had done whatever she could to prove that wrong today. It didn't make sense why the class didn't come as easy to her as it did to her siblings, much less her perfect cousins. Never again, Millie decided, she was never going to get to that point again in Herbology.

Even if she had to find a tutor, or ask Calla for help. She'd bite that wand, and whatever else came with it to make certain she wasn't embarrassing her family anymore. Or herself.

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