Competitions were always great fun! Like tests but without all the awful threats of being kicked out of school if you failed. Not that Emma failed tests. Mrs. Macnair seemed nice, and it was nice to see a lady doing things like this - a lady that wasn't a teacher. She skipped to her place by the window, she removed her little good luck charm of a dragon from her pinafore pocket and set it on the desk in front of her.

She set to work on the potion Mrs Macnair assigned. Her housemate, Elon, who if she had to guess would probably be prefect next year, was the first to finish. But shortly thereafter Emma completed her work and her hand went into the air indicating her potion was ready for marking.

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