Natalia could stand the practical work involved in brewing potions; even handling beetle eyes and slimy particles were livable (and sometimes, kind of fascinating). But what was NOT okay, was the odor.

Cautiously, the fourth-year Lioness first poked her head into the Potions classroom. After observing that only a few students have already arrived, Natalia slowly allowed the rest of her body to fit through the doorway and tip toed in, tilting her head slightly toward the ground to prevent as many pairs of eyes as possible from looking at her face mask. It was to block out the horrendous odor.

Hopefully, the professor won't mind, or even notice.

Natalia attempted to bury herself behind a desk in the back of the room. The farther away from the source of potion-brewing, the less of that stench she had to inhale into her lungs.