Peyton stared at Professor Bentley, seeming as if she was paying the utmost attention. In reality, she was fantasizing about what she was going to have for dinner and what Quidditch magazine she'd read while eating her delicious meal.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she realized the professor had paused. Huh? Oh, right they had to put their gloves on. Peyton only knew that because that's what her classmates were doing. She put hers on and waited for further instructions. She didn't want to risk losing track of what was going on, but...she was hungry.

On the plus side, she wasn't sleepy. That's a good thing, right? RIGHT!

When it was time to work with the jars, Peyton got one of the jars provided. She didn't have her own. Peyton didn't normally carry pickling jars in her trunk and she had forgotten to Owl her dad to send her one. She then proceeded by withdrawing her wand and tapping the pickling jar with it.

Peyton stared at it. How big was it supposed to be? Huge like Cinderella's pumpkin carriage or like the ones the professor had on the table? Peyton shrugged and pointed her wand at the pickling jar. "Engorgio!" she chirped, and watched the jar grow and grow.

There! :3

She glanced at her peers around her, more specifically at Sierra's 'cause she was her Prefect. Her pickling jar was almost as big as her Prefect's, that should be good, yeah? Yeah.