Colour, odour, consistency, placing a sample to the light, applying a saple to varying other substances to guage their reaction—these were the qualities by which Horiatio would judge such a potion. He was hardly inclined to sample them himself, and even were it not this particular brew, the judges handbook tragically forbade human subjects in the judging process. Pity.

Miss Glynn found herself easily outclassed; Horatio knew this before he even saw her attempt by the smell alone. He gave her a derisive look, but no futher attention.

Of the rest, none had embarrassed themselves. This was fortunate, for they had all entered as professionals—and some of them were members of the Guild itself. Taking his sweet time because he could, though his judgements had been made quite swiftly, he hemmed and hawed over each cauldron until he deigned to make his announcement.

"Miss Warbeck, Miss Allaway, Mr. Greengrass, Mr. Flint, and Mr. Berkwood, you may stay. The rest of you..." here, he gesgtured off the stage. The first round's potions were vanished, and the potioneer turned his attentions to the second.

"Next, a Draught of Peace. You will be provided with an ingredient list, of course, but no directions this time, as befits a competition of this standard. Begin!"

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Delilah Warbeck Henry Berkwood Perseus Flint Titania Allaway Noble Greengrass

FLINT 9.5 | WARBECK 12.5 | MACNAIR 9 | BERKWOOD 9.25 | OWENS 9 | MACKENZIE 7 | GLYNN 4.5 | GREENGRASS 10 | ALLAWAY 10.5