Preston sat there, at the table by himself, wondering if he would ever find friends to attend class with him. But that didn't worry him much as the professor posed the first question of the lesson. Something Preston knew, well, he thought he knew. He hoped he was right. He raised his hand slowly not sure if the professor would call on him or not, but was ready none the less.

"A-a d-d-deaging p-p-potion m-m-makes th-the drink-drinker a-a-appear y-y-young-younger p-p-physic-physically." He stuttered out, wondering if the professor would pick on him for his stutter as he lowered his hand quickly and began to scribble out notes in his notebook.