She'd finally managed to find all of her potions kit, having wondered at various points whether her Pa had acquired some of it to sell. Eventually though, with the help of her rat Oliver, she'd managed to collate and pack it all into her cauldron and bring it down to the potions classroom.

"'ey Professeh Newton, Madam Curie" she greeted, as she made her way to a seat somewhere in the middle of the classroom. Except, was it her or was the professor looking a little frailer than usual? She couldn't remember if she'd seen him use a walking stick before. "Did yeh need 'n 'and, Sir?"

Ooo, what was under those cloths? How exciting!