Walking to the front, the young Ravenclaw grabbed two acorns and a little billywing. Turning she made her way slowly back to her work area and placed both items gently down. Sighing she shifted from foot to foot. She was a tad nervous. Her Papa had said that potions was his most difficult subject although her mother had excelled at it.

That thought had her groaning inwardly. Would her Papa get angry if she was good at potions? Would he see it as another bad thing her mother had passed to her? With a grimace she shoved those thoughts firmly from her mind.

To distract herself she watched the exchange between Sarah and Nathaniel. She had to simpathize with Sarah in this, Nate seemed to brush everyone off but Mariel. He even ignores me most of the time he spends with us. Leaning over so that only Sarah could hear she whispered, "You are not the only one he seems to not favor." She gave her friend a small smile. "It is okay though, who needs boys anyway." Winking, she hoped to cheer her friend up.