Beezus stared at Professor Lafay, dumb founded. Did she just say thy were going to induce in the substance they were allergic to? That meant she needed to eat chocolate. Merlin, why are the odds not with her this week? She stopped the fire on her cauldron as she sat back and thought about was they were about to do.
Nope, she didn't want to eat the chocolate. She did not want to have a red face again. Yet her classmates were already piling to the front and she knew she didn't have a chance. She had to do it, for her sake, for the sake of her house. Hesitatantly, she stood up and walked with her classmates to the front.
Yeap. There was that treat she hated the most.
Beezus stared at it for a while and with a shaky hand, she picked up the
chocolate bar. THAT WAS JUST EWWWWW. She shuffled back to her table immediately, pulled out and settled her handkerchief on the table and lightly threw the chocolate on top of it. She was starting to itch just be holding it.
The eaglette turned her attention to her potion. She picked up a cup and then she took a ladleful of the potion and poured it into the latter.
'It's now or never Beezus,' she thought as she reverted to face the chocolate bar. The next moments played as if from a movie that was slowed down, she picked the chocolate up and propped it into her mouth. BLEEEEEEH! She spitted out most of it. And returned the remaining back on the handkerchief. The treat tasted...sweet and good. Merlin, why did she have that kind of fate? being allergic to something that great? That was just unfair! However, the allergic reaction did not allow her to think about her dilemma far too much for after just a few seconds, she started itching. And it was particularly on her face.
"Ohhh..." she uttered with surrender.
She shifted and then grabbed the cupful of the potion. She drank it halfway. Spit! Spit! Spit! What was that taste? It was soooooo
awful uncommon. Breathing heavily, she urged herself to drink the remaining potion.
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Well, that was just some of the few depressing moments of her life. She had finished drinking the cupful of potion yet nothing happened and she was still itching like mad. She wanted to ask Professor Lafay for help. Okay, she'll accept the fact that she hadn't brewed it correctly or if she did, something wrong happened. She just wanted the itching to stop because she knew her face was now very red.
However, it seemed like she didn't need to sought after anyone's help for after approximately three minutes, a cold rush traveled her throat. It stayed there for a few seconds that she kept on swallowing hard. Then it was gone and the next thing she knew, the itching lessened. So..maybe it did work after all?