Norah's face fell. Failure already? And no more potions classes to prove herself? SIGH. She trudged up to the front of the room to collect more potion. She looked up from her shameful head hanging when she reached the professor, though, because she didn't want to be yelled at like that Kevin kid for being rude. She chanced a genuine smile before growing slightly more serious and saying, "Thank you, sir. Sorry." She turned and returned to her workspace. Nothing more could be done do fix that problem, yes?

She wrote down the next step with meticulous precision. No more mistakes, she promised herself, definitely not. Prepping her supplies so they matched the setup of the other students, she proceeded to repeat the complex counting and stirring from before. The other students with their non-vanished potions were already progressing to the weird arrow drawing stuff, and Norah was grateful when she finally gave her last counter-clockwise stir so she could join the others in adding her grated one half unicorn horn. Wait. Draw an arrow? But why? She figured she shouldn't ask though, because Professor Culloden's eyes seemed fit to burn right through someone, especially someone as small as Norah. What happened to that happy face he had drawn on the board? His face sure didn't look like that now. Giving her head a slight shake, she focused back on her wand to draw an arrow pointing right just as she had been instructed. So there. That had been perfect, right? Her potion seemed to be the similar to everyone else's to some degree, so she took that to be a good sign. Or at least it wasn't worthy of vanishing just yet. Yeah, no need to relive that.