After copying down the notes with a little bit of difficulty seeing as she still had her rather bulky dragon hide gloves on, Desiree quickly grabbed the billywig stingers and placed each one into the still swirling potion, drop. drop. drop.

What was it about the number three? Three leaves, three stirs, three stingers. Was there some special magical property to it..? the first year wondered, but didn't voice her question out loud, most likely it was just a coincidence..