Phew, he had made it to the final round. He was up against Mis Tatting, the girl who had found him trapped within the stairs once. He got his ingredients together and tuned the world around him out as he began to brew his potion. It was quite easy for him to do when he had a tendency to be lost in his own head. Though this time he had to be more careful not to let his mind wander lest his swelling solution become something else entirely. Once his potion was complete, he stood back for the judging. No matter what, he was rather proud of himself to have made it this far.