:: Ganymede sat there and pondered what she thought Potions were exactly. She brushed her purple hair from her face and said with her eyebrow arched, "In simpler terms, Potions is like making a cake with magical intentions and faith it'll do what you need..." She paused and continued a bit unsurely, "Well, Potions is the study of... magical mixtures with certain abilities.. that.. umm.." She paused again and finally said, "You mix stuff together and it makes things happen." With that she decided to open her book and take a pencil out. She was frustrated with her classes, and a bit overwhelmed because it was her NEWT year. With a few taps of her pencil against her desk, she managed to break the point. ::
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