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Amara looked smug. Her eyes looked far away with a twinkle in them. Ofcourse, I'll be a Slytherin. She nodded. "Slytherin is going to be my place" she said, definitely.
She wondered how it would be like, Slytherin. Father had been a star student for the house. He had boasted of it many a times to Amara in their dungeons, while making potions. Amara was always around him while he was there, making potions. The subtle art fascinated her. The glimmering liquids and the different aromas. She wished to be in Slytherin, grow up to be a potion maker. Like father.
Zyanya could feel Amara's delight. She knew her sister was thinking about potions. That was Amara's favourite subject. Just like their father. But she resented the subject. It was an awesome thing but just did not excite her. Not after her potions mishap in her childhood when she had accidentally dropped the cauldron and the potion her father was stirring had drenched the entire room. It took a whole week to completely clean the room. It took a month before she could step into the room without fear. Of course, her father had been cool about it. But Amara used to tease her as clumsy. Maybe she was a bit clumsy. But not anymore. She would show her clumsiness in school. Not in front of everyone. Zyanya was definitely going to do great in potions.