Beverly was now scowling at her cauldron. There was nothing wrong it, of course not! Her potion brewing skills were top notch. The pinching of her eyebrows and pursing of lips were all signs of annoyance, and that's what she was. Beverly Wayne was ANNOYED. Were moods contagious? Huffing, she glanced up at the board and scribbled down the next step.

As a precaution, she took a step back when adding the doxy venom. Just a small step, enough to make a run for it if anything went wrong. She liked her face, thank you very much. When the solution began to smoke, the girl raised her wand and waited for the smoke to dissipate. She wrinkled her nose. Nope. It didn't smell like fresh spring grass or raspberries. Nope, nope. She ended the step with a wave of her wand once the potion stopped smoking.

Were they almooost done? The girl needed food in her system.