Bronislava tore her eyes away from the distressed elf as she noticed Ström waving his wand. What was he doing, a cooling charm? She supposed he was thinking more in the interest of aiding the elf as quickly as possible. And that was fine as long as the charm didn't affect the efficacy of the potion.

She waited until Ström was out of her way of the cauldron and dipped her own hands into the potion as he was beginning to apply it to the elf. She scooped up some of the mixture and carried it over to the painfully swollen creature, smoothing the potion over his head. The girl repeated this process one more time, scooping up more of the liquid and applying it to the elf, waiting to see if there was any change to his appearance. There was only one chance to see if the potion worked. She hoped they brewed it well enough to help the creature and if they didn't, that the officials would reverse the symptoms. She hated seeing it in such obvious distress.