Something about photography was just so inspiring...and Shreya was certainly feeling the creativity as she observed the students' working. In fact, she was just about to head into the darkroom to see some of the results before a student asked to take her picture. She beamed. "Of course! But only if you promise to take one with me, too," she replied to Daniel, giving the first year a wink before striking a pose. With one hand on her hip, she swished the other with her wand, sending a gentle, slow-moving stream of purple sparks into the air. Firecrackers? Not exactly safe for a classroom setting. But some purple accents could most definitely be arranged. "Now come stand with me. And grab a prop. Let's take a selfie," she said with a grin, grabbing her own camera from the workstation.

Once that picture was taken, Shreya headed toward the darkroom to check on the students' progress. Nem seemed to be very engrossed in something—whether it was simply concentration toward arranging their matchsticks for a picture or a completely different train of thought, Shreya was (as usual) unsure. (Though Shreya often pondered the magic behind moving photographs. Like the Slytherin, she often wondered what type of magic preserved movement—particularly in nonsentient objects. It was, unfortunately, one of those questions that never quite led to a definitive answer.)

Atlas seemed to be making some progress. Shreya was about to speak some words of encouragement...but then the poof happened. Oh dear. And he had been so close to finishing it, too. The poor kid couldn't catch a break. She headed to the cupboards and pulled out a clean handkerchief, handing it to the Gryffindor as she passed by his workstation. She spoke quietly, so as to not draw too much attention to the situation. Merlin only knew how embarrassed Atlas felt. "Don't fret. Practice is what helps us grow....the result doesn't matter." With that, she gently vanished the cauldron. "You'll have plenty more time to get that one right. If you want to see how the potion works, Ms. Fox has some extra solution that she seems to be doling out."

Her eyes took a few moments to adjust as she entered the darkroom, but as soon as they did, she noticed Fiona hanging up her picture. And Shreya nearly gasped in surprise. "Why thank you, Ms. Jenovick," she said to the Slytherin, placing her hand over her heart. It was beyond heartwarming that a student had captured a memory of her. "Shall we take one together, too? I hear that they call it a selfie." She chuckled.

"It depends on the strength of the brew, and the strength of the Agitatum spell. There are also certain ingredients you can add to prolong the shelf life. But technically, once the potion stops moving around, it will no longer work as effectively." She peered into Claudine's cauldron. "But by the looks of it, yours will last for quite a while. Well done." The Slytherin could certainly take the rest of her solution with her to use on other photographs later this term. And to answer Lisa's question as well? "This photo paper is bleed resistant, so the temperature should not have an effect." The benefits of magic photo paper, right?

Heath and Violet had produced breathtaking photos as well. "Wonderful work. These are beautiful." Both students received encouraging smiles. Apollo looked to be on the right track—Shreya very much appreciated his goofy picture and the use of the props. But only one thing. The picture wasn't moving. "Well, everything else in the potion must have been correct, because the photo itself developed beautifully. I'd just work on your pronunciation for next time," she said encouragingly. It was still an accomplished feat for a second year to brew the potion at all.