Dionisia had always enjoyed Potions, and had done well enough on her Potions OWL to become a mediwitch. Not having her NEWTs was something she took into account when signing up for the competition, but it was not something she pondered on. Her competition was a decent, if not terribly mismatched bunch, and Dionisia only recognized a few of the names.
She supposed this competition was the first thing that had given her a thrill in the past year—at least the good kind of thrill. There was no denying that her pregnancy, sudden engagement and marriage, and childbirth had given her a thrill, but it was one she would have avoided if she'd been able.
Her antidote was brewed with great care, as it was one she'd used dozens of times on the field and had no excuse for messing up. She eyed her opponents once she was done, wondering if it was a good or bad sign that she was one of the last to finish.
She supposed this competition was the first thing that had given her a thrill in the past year—at least the good kind of thrill. There was no denying that her pregnancy, sudden engagement and marriage, and childbirth had given her a thrill, but it was one she would have avoided if she'd been able.
Her antidote was brewed with great care, as it was one she'd used dozens of times on the field and had no excuse for messing up. She eyed her opponents once she was done, wondering if it was a good or bad sign that she was one of the last to finish.
