Finding she couldn't delay this any longer, not while the time was close to be up, Nadia looked once more around, if only to check if other students had finished up and were trying it already - in look of a good sign, a person who had managed yet not to sprung flowers from their ears. But she wasn't lucky; midly she wondered if she had been too fast, if she had missed 5 minutes on the stewing or was only a matter of how powerful was the flame under her cauldron. Speaking of that, the instructions about the fire...

Nadia couldn't think any more. The most she tried, the most sick she felt of her stomach. There was only one thing she could do before having to test the poison. That was, placing the vial, the one which was labelled, to the desk up front. Which Nadia did, looking as if she was marching in a funerary.

Really, how could Virohsa poison them? Maybe Nadia should drop it all and make it all again just to be sure. But, shoot, she couldn't! The ingredients were so that there was only one to each - the one they had done. Oh sure Nadia was over-reacting, right? It was the nerves of the NEWTs and the stress of the mirror thing and the whole bunch of stuff, right? It was all stress. MY! The building stress. Nadia was shaking back at her desk, man, returned to the worst of her states while she brought up the second vial with liquid.

(She takes a deep breath.) Sure, Nadia must be wrong, 'cause, she must have misheard -- there was no way Virohsa had said the error was fatal? Her mind wasn't making much sense at the moment and all she could think was the terror of failing, dropped apathy, the glass of the vial shaking from MBD aka Magical Break Down...

No sooner the vial had touched Nadia's lips, her eye balls rolled up and she had dropped to the floor, uncounscious. Be it either by failture of the brewing of the potion... or sheer... dumb... nerves.