Well. It seemed as though neither Miss Farbridge nor Messers Laurent and Higgs would be joining the Guild any time soon. While none of the potions were an outright disaster—indeed, young Mister Macnair's in particular was flawless—the trio were far enough off the mark that Thwamp expected their brews were as likely to kill him as to give him hiccoughs.

With the rejected potions cleared away and their brewers bid farewell, Thwamp addressed the three who remained.

"Next, something a bit harder: an elixier to induce euphoria. You may begin."

BONACCORD 9 | LESTRANGE 9.5 | FARBRIDGE 4.5 | HIGGS 3 | MACNAIR 10 | LAURENT 3.5