The attitude she felt from the Professor in response to her annoyance put Remy in her place a bit. Her expression softened and she nodded at their response. Deep down she was still FURIOUS. She thought as much - the lesson was about looking at the potions before drinking them. Obviously in a normal situation, she’d be more reserved about taking an unusual potion, but this was a classroom. If a teacher asked her to do something, she’d do it every time.

Tickling Tincture. Laughing Potion. Same thing.

Apart from smell and sight, it was tricky to think of anything else. “Knowing where the potion came from… who made it…” You wouldn’t take a potion if you knew it was made by a dark wizard. Likewise - you WOULD take a potion made by your potions Professor. Ahem.