The spiraling steam happened almost instantaneously…or well, that was how it felt for the Gryffindor girl. The scent…it was something she almost forgot to check as the steam spiraled out of the cauldron and off of the warm liquid.

Gosh wasn’t it pretty? She just smiled to herself as she bottled a phial of the liquid for Professor Canterbury…you know she just HAD to show her that she could make it. That was like…imperative right? “I finished it” she chirped to herself as she leaned closer to the steam and sniffed.

Was that…the scent of cold snowy air…or well crisp air and…and…did it smell like…bread? Was that bread? Not like wonder bread but like…the baguettes she used to sell at Alicia’s store? It…it was hard to say? The one note she could really tell, the one thing that made her little heart stall for a moment was the one that reminded her of the magical menagerie. Not just the menagerie of that meeting years ago,…of the Jarvey enclosure.

Heh…did she like him? Well, she probably did but still it wasn’t like that wasn’t expected he was nice….really nice like sometimes made her forget what she was doing and walk into statues nice…well no that wasn’t nice that was just nice looking. There was a difference.