Billie didn't care if she won. The fact that she was able to participate in a potions competition at all was enough excitement to last her at least until the end of the month. Aside from the homework bit, she'd found she rather enjoyed school, which was a relief since she'd never formally attended one before now.

While they waited for instructions, she grinned around at her fellow competitors, many of which she considered friends. (Except for Jimmy, of course; she pulled a silly face at him.) Once the potion was revealed, she let out a sigh of relief. They'd brewed that one before.

With enthusiasm, Billie began adding her ingredients to the cauldron, stirring vigorously when needed, and carefully measuring out ingredients. That care was short lived, however, as she glanced around at everyone else's cauldrons. She added a little more than a glug of stewed horn slugs, thinking maybe it would help make the potion more potent. One day, she'd learn not to experiment, or to do so correctly. Ah well, she was just enthused she was allowed to participate.