 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
As if things couldn't get any worse... they were brewing a potion that Culloden didn't expect "any" of them to get right. Which meant her. Which meant he didn't believe in her, when he should've KNOWN that Sophie Brown could brew any potion she put her mind to. But maybe this whole thing that just happened made him not believe in her... and maybe he didn't see potential in her anymore. Maybe he thought she wasn't good enough to be able to brew the Wolfsbane Potion.
Maybe she wasn't, then.
But maybe he'd changed his tune on believing that she could do anything when they just got scolded because he KNEW she wasn't going to be in a right headspace now. AND, deep down, SHE knew just how impossibly difficult this potion was. It was undoubtedly one of the most difficult to brew potions out there, wasn't it? Hm? Could that have been it? The possibility briefly crossed her mind, but then she was back to assuming the worst - that he didn't think she'd succeed, so she wouldn't succeed. She wasn't good enough. She wasn't a good enough best friend to be what Tobes needed and she wasn't a good enough potioneer to do what needed to be done.
...The door was becoming more and more of an option. What would Flamsteed do if she left? Would he follow her? Would he yell at her again or make her shoes stick to the spot? But did he REALLY want to deal with a crying Sophie Brown? No, the only professor capable of calming down a crying Sophie Brown in this room was Culloden, who was currently teaching the class. Dakest wouldn't know what to do, probably, and Flamsteed would probably have his own breakdown or something. So... maybe he'd let her leave. But what kind of example would she be setting for the rest of the class? Walking out of a class was not something she wanted other people to think they could do whenever they wanted... but what if she needed to leave? Wouldn't it be even more of a distraction to be sitting there in tears than she and Tobes had been with their moon-bopping? People would be staring at her. There was no way she could let that happen either.
So she had to be brave.
She was finished with the carving of her moon-cookies, so Sophie pushed them forward on her desk and sighed softly, rubbed her forehead in frustration, and ended up raising a hand to half-heartedly offer up to Culloden's question, "The potion doesn't cure lycanthropy, it just eases the symptoms." That's all she had.
And back to sulking.
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