Wesley tried not to groan aloud at the mention of Skele-gro. He could still taste the awfulness from his last stay in the Hospital Wing at Ilvermorny. And suppressed another groan now that they were starting on the actual potion-making portion. He hated potions. Well, that's not quite true. He found different types of potions fascinating, at what they could accomplish. He was just awful at accomplishing a decent potion.

"I guess there's no point delaying this disaster." He mumbled to himself and got to work.

I can do this. I just need to stay focused on what I'm doing and follow the directions. Like baking. I'm a terrible baker. Oh merlin. He thought to himself as he stirred counter-clockwise seven times and began to add the Billywig wing while still stirring.

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OOC: wow! It is rusty getting back into it, but hiiii!