A potion's master blood ran through Serena's veins. Her daddy has taught her about potions ever since she could remember. It had all started with her own curiosity. She remembers being four years old and "practicing" her potions brewing with her cauldron toddler set. Then when she was older, Serena would attempt to practice brewing potions, but her mum would get anxious because some ingredients were dangerous.

Now, she was forbidden from trying her potions on her brother. EYE ROLL.

Her love, experience and knowledge of potions is what caused the young Slytherin from taking any of the potions available. She was going for the strengthening potion, but it was wrong. Cloudy baby blue eyes bounced from potion to potion. All but one resembled the potions in her potions book, and the ones her dad taught her.

She clasped her hands behind her back, clearly stating she wasn't going to take any of the potions. "Professor," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. A smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I can't take these. I'm with Heath. Your potions are broken."

Her mum had also advised she not take anything that made her doubt in the first place. Just like the bread.