Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus Slipping Potions 77. Cheerful
Rowena giggled at something Helga said to her, concerning the upcoming end-of-year feast. She didn’t know what had gotten into her; it seemed that whatever it was someone said to the clever witch, she found it amazingly amusing.
Something was most definitely wrong.
Taking another sip of her pumpkin juice, she noticed a knowing glance exchanged between two of her seventh year students.
“Pollter, Kraner! What’s going on?” she demanded, fighting the urge to laugh.
“Nothing, Professor,” they replied innocently as they passed by the staff table.
“Perhaps a Cheering Potion?” Helga whispered in her ear, realizing what was happening.
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