Anne's face did all the talking at the idea of dropping potions. It didn't matter if Anne liked the subject, she was bloody good at it. Anne was panicking about many upcoming life events, but her Potions OWL wasn't one of them. It was a guaranteed 'O' as long as she showed up for the exam. That wasn't the issue, but she still felt compelled to say, "Potions are art and science, and it takes real magical talent to make them work. Any muggle can throw things in a cauldron, but only a witch can make it powerful." Anne had fully puffed up in defense of her beloved discipline simply because it was an easy fight to pick.

She turned sharply to Millie, her eyes disapproving. "Don't talk like that. Of course, you're going to pass all our classes. It's just tests Millie, and it isn't even for people you know. Who cares what some Ministry examiner thinks about our Charms? They score us, forget us, and score someone else. Forget them and just cram the things in like you do with your books. You know everything that happens in your books, Mills."

"And, for the record, I think you could be anything you'd like," Anne paused, looking her friend up and down from across the table, "but I think you'd be bloody rubbish at dark magic." Anne snickered at the thought of Millie haunting children and using spells that could harm anything bigger than a spider or Jimmy Fletcher.

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