It had been two weeks since she had started on the wolfsbane potion. Two extremely long weeks. And she had been battling a cold or something for the past few days. She came by and checked on the flame everyday for the last seven days.

So unlike last time, she wasn't running. No. Nope running. She wasn't in a rush this time. In fact she started out early heading down to the potions lab. Watery eyes and a sore throat wasn't stopping her from finishing her homework.

Aaaaaacccchhhoooooo.

Ughhhh.

She headed into the potions lab. Finding her cauldron she was glad to see that the flame was still going and where it needed to be. She had enough time to blow her nose. She washed her hands and went back to her work station. Getting the other seven jobberknoll feathers. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7.

Cough. Cough cough.

She turned her head not wanting to cough into her cauldron. Merlin knows what kind of mess that would cause. She would probably really fail. Not like she was probably going to fail anyway. So did it even matter?

Turning back to the instructions she read the next step to turn the heat on medium heat. She wiped her watery eyes. No she wasn't crying. Yet. Turning flame to medium heat.

The sixth year looked back down at her notes and instructions. It was hard to read these went she was feeling as bad as she did. She cleaned the tea spoon measuring spoon and scooped up one tea spoon of the Armadillo bile and added it to the cauldron.