Lauren shook her head absentmindedly at Professor Branxton's request for all questions, but the truth was, sitting in her chair, her elbows resting heavily on the desk in front of her, hand slightly tangled in her hair from twirling her long, brown locks (nervous habit!), Lauren was positively bubbling over with questions. Her head was swimming with everything she had left to learn in this new subject - sure, she knew what a potion was and she had done her required reading, but what were all the ingredients? How do you know which cauldrons are best? What tools are to be used? Where do you find these "instructions" that everyone referenced? It isn't as if potion-making was like baking cookies - there wasn't a box full of pre-mixed ingredients with 5 Simple Steps on the back. This was going to take a lot of sweat and trial, and Lauren was a little nervous about that.

She topped off her notes, making sure to write down everything her classmates and professor had said, and layed her quill down next to her parchment, waiting anxiously for what was to happen next.