James wasn't any more fussed about Potions than he was about any other subject--which was to say, he was just fussed enough to do his best and not worry too much about it otherwise--but he was, as ever, just happy to participate. The spirit of competition, and all of that. So he gathered up his ingredients and set about brewing the required potion. When he was reasonably satisfied with the result, he stepped back from his cauldron to wait for judgement.

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