 Wowza!
Not really paying attention to where she was going, for after five years, her feet had learned the way to the the potions classroon, Willow entered the the room, playing absentmindedly with the tip of her long ponytail.
"Good day, Professor Bontecou." Polite greeting delivered, the fifth year proceed to take seat around the middle of the classroom. There was absolutely no way she would take seat in the front; really, Willow was good at many things --or at least that's what she thought and told everyone that was willing to listen-- but being an expert at the art of brewing potions was definitely not one of them.
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