Phin wonders how many people actually remember that his father once taught Potions before he was the Headmaster. Because if they did, it would be very embarrassing that Phin wasn't turning out to be a natural at the subject at all. He could tell himself all he liked that it had only been a couple of months, he still had loads of time to get the hang of things, but that didn't change the fact that he was here, staring at a cure for boils potion that did not look right.
"Can you make sense of this?" he asked Mr. Sinnet, gesturing at the potions recipe in their textbook. "I've definitely done something wrong."