Chelle entered the Potions classroom, again. The room was pleasant smelling, and as she had been dreading, there were unfrozen pimplies on the loose. She wouldn't admit to anybody, but it had taken a lot of Ravenclaw spirit to come back here after the first lesson. Magical creatures were not her cup of tea, and she had come to realise that over the past few months.

But here I am, again.

Chelle took a deep breath and walked up to her place. She had survived Potion-making the first time around. She was sure she could do it again. All it needed was a stronger heart. And lots and lots of patience.