A potion competition sounded exciting, and Idris had been happy to enter it. She wasn't fully confident in her abilities to win, but at she'd try her hardest to do so, if only to add it to her list of accomplishments in life. She examined the slate before her as Mr. Browne went over the mundane things like rules and expectations. A calming drought wasn't the hardest brew, yet Idris knew not to rush through the process. (She remembered some of her fellow year mates getting hurt when their potions exploded in their faces back at Hogwarts.)

Once instructed, Idris stepped forward to begin brewing her potion. She was pleased none of the ingredients were disgusting smelling as she picked up the first one.

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