:: Yes, this potion was happening. Ganymede tried every escape tactic she knew after the nose clamp was on. As she fiddled with all the vile ingredients, she tried to imagine herself somewhere nice. Someplace where flowers bloomed and skies were blue and clear. She gagged a few times as she stirred with her wooden spoon still aware of the nature of the items.

A sudden bout of nausea overcame her, quickly she slapped herself hard across her face. "SMACK". It worked, it prevented her from ralphing and also diverted her attention from the troll dung.

Who has to get these ingredients? Bless those poor souls. They better get paid millions of galleons. Ganymede thought while sweat dripped down her forehead. She didn't dare mess this up, she never wanted to do this again. ::