Her cheeks were soaked with streaming tears, her laughing was starting to hurt her stomach and her throat and it felt like this was lasting forever. Completely unaware of her classmates going through similar horrors, Remy rolled onto her back as the effects of the potion seemed to be easing a little. She stared at the sky as normality kicked in.

She was fuming, of course.

The Gryffindor took a few moments to compose herself, to make sure she hadn’t peed or anything, and then followed the instruction to go back to the starting line, her face still reading rage.

What a dumb question. “I dunno, a laughing potion? It wasn’t very funny.” Little hint of sarcasm there. The Professor had given them the wrong potions. Was this a lesson to look closer at potion properties before drinking? Sorry for trusting the Professor!!!!!