The best results never come from rushing through. Perhaps, Clementine thought, she might introduce Mr. Fisk to Ford if matters progressed according to her brother's friend. Undoubtedly, the healer could teach the eldest Greengrass a thing or two about a thing or two.

But today, it was her other brother who was foremost on her mind; it would not do to be such a disaster that she embarrassed the potioneer in her family!

Ironically, a hiccoughing solution had been on Clementine's list—that is, list of subtle ways to undermine her sisters' prospects until Clementine's own seventh year began, thus all but ensuring the completion of her studies. As such, the Hufflepuff could not help but smile to herself as she set about brewing the potion. As Mr. Fisk had suggested, she did take her time, and it was with what she hoped was an earned, if tentative, confidence that she raised her hand to signal completion.