Marisol stared at her potion, which was a deep crimson with gray specks. Was that normal? These were the strangest ingredients to use! The first year wasn't wimpy or anything, but they smelled quite badly. One of the snake fangs had snagged on her finger as she clumsily wiped blood off of her desk, and she was bleeding.

She'd deal with that later. Right now, she must continue her potion as not to screw up. She saw other students add the bloods, so that was what she did. Maybe a little too fast, because her potion smelled weird now, even with the pomegranate. The eleven year-old quickly put in her griffin claw. It helped a bit, but Marisol covered her nose with her robes anyway.