Lydia's mask was rudely whipped from her face, and she got a DEEP whiff of the flower's disgusting, pungent odor. She gagged, nearly choking. Merlin's beard it was foul! She couldn't help but shoot a quick glare at Noble. This was one of the reasons why he was never going to be her favourite professor. And the loss of points was almost too much. At least she hadn't been the only one to suddenly get a nice wallop of corpse stink. At least half the class had ignored Noble's suggestion.

Lips pursed into a thin line, Lydia listened to Noble's instructions. Some of her fellow students had gone back for their masks, but suddenly she was determined to stick out the flower's stench. Professor Myers wasn't wearing a mask after all, and neither was Noble. After all, it was just a smell. It wasn't going to kill her or anything.

As Lydia gathered the crup urine, she was reminded again of why she hated Potions. Most of the ingredients were gross. And they had to drink the swill they'd be making? Blech! And the toenails. They'd finally learned the toenails made the owner of the nails immune to the stench. Well, that was all well and good unless you had to drink a potion that had toenails and urine in it.

Lydia coated her cauldron with the "glug" of castor oil. Then she swirled the oil around the bottom of the cauldron so it was nicely distributed. It was time to light the burner. Low, Noble had said. Right. Time for some beetle eyes. At this point, her nose had almost gotten used to the horrible smell as she tossed beetle eyes and crup pee into the cauldron. Wait, had Noble said to do that yet? Oops. Too late now. Lydia studiously ignored Professor Noble as she ground up the whole beetles with her mortar and pestle. At least Professor Myers had said they'd have a chance to earn more points.