Bonnie had not been looking forward to Potions one bit. She was terrible at cooking and baking so she figured she would be rubbish at this too. It reminded her of weekends where her dad would make her bake with him. She would always end up storming off in a tantrum when she couldn’t make it work. Hello Professor,’ she muttered as she made her way towards the back of the class. Maybe she wouldn’t be noticed back here.

Why would you want to turn your head into a pumpkin? That was a strange question. Perhaps for a costume of some kind..oh or, ’Professor, may it be as a disguise of some kind? Bonnie asked, hand raised.