Annie was, well, fine at Potions. It was not her favorite subject, but it was not her worst. There was no pressure to win, but she wanted to anyways considering she was up against the likes of Jimmy Fletcher and Anne Moony. (There was also a second year. While not discounting her own efforts, she approached the cauldron thinking that the older girl was a shoe-in for the win.)

She worked diligently to complete her brew, only hesitating a handful of times. Were there supposed to be four horned slugs, or six? And how many snake fangs? She quickly decided on a number and worked until completion, and finally stepped back with a deep breath.

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