Gem wrote in her messy scrawl, Gem Jewels. She sat down and at once felt nervous. She wasnt very good at Potions. When she tried to recall names of ingredients they always evaded her. She bit her lip and sat down next to Emma, tapping her fingers on her desk. "Hello," she whispered, fingers still tapping and she waited for class to begin. She may be nervous but she was excited on the prospect of learning. She flipped open her book and looked at the Professor, stifling a giggle when he called a boy 'daisy.'