Emmaleigh made her way down the the Potions classroom. Se was a little more optimistic about the lesson today. Lafay just didn't seem AS scary after last lesson. She entered and found a seat. "Good M-morning, Professor Lafay." Yeah, there was her stutter, she was still nervous. As she looked at the things on the table she resisted the urge to poke things with her quill. What were they going to make today?