Morgan practically danced as she set her station to rights. She'd passed the first round! She had! She really had! She felt the excitement well up inside her at at least having past the first test in proving herself as her fathers child and giving the watching eyes something more pleasant to gossip about. She hoped Amarantha, and Hyacinth would be proud of her! And Sobie! And all the others. She knew she probably ought to hope that the twins would be as well but as they could be so unpredictable sometimes she wasn't sure - and she still felt some guilt of Penelope leaving school.

It wasn't as if she could've done anything but perhaps?

She stopped herself because in the middle of a Potions competition was not the time to think of such things. It was her against the second years as well - and though her father was the Potions Master she was not her father, and though she had spent her childhood surrounded by potions and discussions of advanced magics she still was only twleve and untried. She had afterall not even had her wand yet for a full twelve months or the chance to work any magics beyond those that came with childhood for that length of time either.

She needed to concerntrate and put her all into what she was doing.

And, when she was content with her concoction she stepped back and met Mr. Rookwood's gaze.