 The Last of Her Kind
Well, it was good to know Adrienne had been doing it right so far. And at least she hadn't puked in her potion! Merlin, that had to be embarrassing. And gross. And a total waste of dragon heart! She hid a snigger behind her hand and then turned back to her own cauldron, which was heating up infuriatingly slowly. She'd definitely heard Maman say something along the lines of "A watched cauldron never boils," before, but what was she supposed to do other than watch it? Watch her classmates looking smug as they finished before her and a terrified-looking second year whisper a question that she absolutely didn't care about?
Adrienne must have peered into her cauldron seven or eight times before she finally saw small bubbles rising to the surface.
Finally! She picked up the pomegranate and... was she just supposed to drop it in there? Should she peel it or slice it or...? She looked around and, noting that none of her other classmates seemed to be doing anything special, she just dropped it into the water with a slight plop. Done! Next?
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