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( ´_ﾉ` ) venatori
One too many bezoar. Just one too many, and now he was left with muck.
Why did Potions have to be such a difficult class? Honestly, all he cared about was Astronomy and Transfiguration. Those classes were fun--doable. Potions was just... tedious. Convoluted.
Mark sighed, trashing the second failed potion that day. His professor definitely wouldn't be pleased. He was already barely making a B in the class. How did he expect to make an A at this rate?
He glanced around the room, idly wondering if anyone would be willing to help him. There was a growing fear that he may never figure out the proper way to mix the "Antidote for Any Poison." He scoffed at the idea. Being a half-blood, he knew of muggle medicines as well as wizarding ones. Sometimes he wondered how anything worked in the wizarding world (not that he ever wanted to leave..) It was baffling how anything like this potion could exist and work properly. Perhaps it couldn't. Perhaps that was why it wouldn't mix correctly.
Of course. It wasn't him. It was the potion. It wasn't real--this was a trick assignment. There was no such thing.
The wizard simply stared at the grey muck in slight disgust. He knew none of that was true. Frustration was taking over.
Why did Potions have to be such a difficult class? Honestly, all he cared about was Astronomy and Transfiguration. Those classes were fun--doable. Potions was just... tedious. Convoluted.
Mark sighed, trashing the second failed potion that day. His professor definitely wouldn't be pleased. He was already barely making a B in the class. How did he expect to make an A at this rate?
He glanced around the room, idly wondering if anyone would be willing to help him. There was a growing fear that he may never figure out the proper way to mix the "Antidote for Any Poison." He scoffed at the idea. Being a half-blood, he knew of muggle medicines as well as wizarding ones. Sometimes he wondered how anything worked in the wizarding world (not that he ever wanted to leave..) It was baffling how anything like this potion could exist and work properly. Perhaps it couldn't. Perhaps that was why it wouldn't mix correctly.
Of course. It wasn't him. It was the potion. It wasn't real--this was a trick assignment. There was no such thing.
The wizard simply stared at the grey muck in slight disgust. He knew none of that was true. Frustration was taking over.
