Xanthia flushed with pleasure as she scribbled her note, smallest to largest and then hurried to begin.
Dorjan was excited to be doing his first class in Potions and was determined to do it well. He began to follow the instructions written on the board, he drew out his mole grass and began to chop it up. Deciding thorough was better, he chopped them into tiny pieces very carefully shredding them before mixing them into his cauldron with the water and a hefty pinch of salt.
Watching the teacher out of the corner of his eye, he began to stir the mixture, noting how she'd corrected the Slytherin boy and copying the correct way. He then left the potion to get up and select his Gryphon feathers and returned with four tiny ones, the smallest he could find.
He lined them up and stared at them carefully. They all looked the same size to him. Xanthia was actually measuring hers but Dorjan trusted his eye which had always been pretty good and began putting them in, one at a time.
The first turned the potion orange, the second turned it a blood red, the third was supposed to be yellow according to the instructions but it looked gold and then the fourth feather turned the potion a pale cream. He stirred it again hopefully but nothing changed. He used his vial and carefully scooped some potion into it. Writing his name on the lable which he attached to the vial and stood to return it to his teacher.
He handed her the sample with a worried smile and then returned to his desk. He was one of the first that had finished and he glanced over to where Xanthia was just adding her first feather after scrutinising their size for a full ten minutes.
Predictably her potion turned the correct colours and with a look of relief she too handed in her own potion sample.
Now, they wondered. What do they do with the remainder in their cauldrons?



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