Nadia tucked a strand of hair out of the way, and moved appearing to be organizing herself. She seemed quite uncomfortable and concentrated for some reason. Yet she never spoke up, not so far, and now they were reaching the vials. A part of her wondered if the class could go any swoler. She felt, excuse the expression, like in kindergarden. Her hand flew to her pocket and she awaited the next question. Second later she seemed to changer her mind and raised the same hand up.

"Professor, may I ask, are we going to brew something today, and if that's the case, what potion will be studing?"