 ★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry
Tim dragged herself into the potions lab that afternoon. She had promised herself that she'd work more on her potions; even if they came out terrible. Which wasn't the case as much anymore. But she still needed practice if she wanted to pass her NEWTs next term. And that wasn't too far away from now either. Walking in and looking in the potions recipe book, Tim quickly picked out which one she wanted to make today. Setting her cauldron up on a burner and set the rest of her equipment on the table. Now, to decide which one to make today.
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