While Ian was waiting for the steam to rise, he glanced down at his notes. He read the line about maintaining his calm during the drafting of the potion. He wondered how he would remain calm with his stomach feeling like it wanted to jump completely out of his belly...and the slighty, throbby pain in his head. He wished he had a nice, cool glass of pumpkin juice or even better, his mum's hot peppermint tea.