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Fiyero didn't think he was cut out for Potions. The closest he'd come to brewing anything was the time he tried to bake a birthday cake for his dad and caused an explosion of batter in the kitchen, but he decided to give it a try. After all he'd heard ut was a requirement for many wizarding world professions. He hoped "Good morning, Professor," he greeted the man sitting behind the desk. "I'm Fiy Jones." What were the odds he could get this teacher to not call him Fiyero?
He saw a rat nearby and assumed it belonged to Professor Newton. Aww...it was adorable! Maybe he'd be allowed to pet it... "I like your rat," Fiy said with a smile, but as he got a better look at the professor, he noticed that he looked... unwell. Fiy's smile faded. "Are you alright?"
As Fiy took a seat, he wondered if Professor Newton was always that frail. A thought suddenly occured to him. Did a potion do that? Was the class going to brew the same potion that had made their teacher seem so sickly? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |