"Frustration goes away once you begin to figure out you know what you are doing..." Hecate said watching her. "My professor believed in me, and introduced me to the potioneer whom I apprenticed for..." And later married. "I had wanted to be a professional quidditch player. I was a very good beater." She said and shrugged. "That's good." She said of the mush in her mortar. "Add that in... we have one last ingredient." She pulled out a poppy flower. "Goggles please." She said not putting them on herself. "I'm use to this... you aren't."