Her look at Mr. Healer hadn't reallllly been attitude. More of a "poisons are good? What?!!!" look, mhm. But he didn't seem bothered by it, really, so she supposed it was okay. Still, they had gotten to the part of Potions lessons that Emmeline hated the most: actually brewing the potion. She was so bad at this following directions and stuff. And the potion on the board looked HARD.

But first, Mr. Healer was telling people that they could draw on Eddie's cheek 'cause he was sleeping in class. Emmeline giggled, but for some reason she found herself shooting a look at the old lady in the back of the classroom. She seemed like a realllly strict old lady, you know? And if she wasn't here to learn how to get rid of possible wrinkles, then Emmeline didn't know why she was sitting there and taking notes. But the second year had the feeling that the old lady wasn't there to learn about antidotes.

Anyway, time for brewing! Emmeline normally would've asked Stasya or someone to be partners with her, but she had a BAD feeling about this potion. She didn't want to bring anyone else's marks down too, so she withdrew her wand from her holster and pointed it at her cauldron first: "Scourgify!" That done, the second year went about laying out allll of her equipment and the ingredients on the list on her table. Next it was time to clean all the other stuff, so she pointed her wand at each bit of equipment in turn and cast: "Scourgify!" a LOAD of times to get everything clean. She was already wearing the lab coat and all that gear stuff, so she was ready to start she supposed.

Emmeline sighed softly to herself as she pulled one of her cup things that she used for measuring towards the front of her desk and cast: "Agaumenti!". A jet of water streamed out of the end of her wand until she'd reached the 50 ml mark. Or close enough to it, mhm. The second year jerked her wand a bit to cut the spell off, dumped the water into her cauldron and cast: "Incendio!" at the bottom of her cauldron. She wasn't sure how to tell if her heat was medium or not, but it was probably okay.

The Gryffindor then holstered her wand again and picked up her silver knife. She slid the stargrass towards her and started chopping and chopping and chopping until it was all small pieces and "fine." The water in her cauldron was boiling by the time she was finished chopping, so the second year threw her chopped Stargrass into the cauldron too.

The next line of the instructions looked reallllly evil, though. Emmeline gulped as she added the required amount of Boom Berry Juice and clutched her glass stirrer in her right hand. This was one of the parts of potions that she was sooo bad at, keeping time and doing everything exactly right and all that.

Here goes nothing. Her eyes glancing up at the clock on the classroom wall every few seconds, Emmeline feverishly stirred her mixture thing for about three minutes. At least she hoped it was three minutes. She paused and counted out five seconds before she went back to stirring counter-clockwise for another 2 minutes (hopefully). Ugh...this was hard work. Emmeline glanced away from her own potion to see how her classmates were doing, 'cause she was tired already. It should totally be 11:30 AM now, mhm.