Vera was truly not feeling very optimistic about this potions assignment. She'd started it as such, but with each day progressing where she had to think on it she was feeling more and more in despair. Which was primarily why she had begged and pleaded one of her dear friends to pair up with her to work together on it. Healing things were also well up Maria's alley, so she was feeling in pretty good hands now that the two had set aside some time together.

Lugging a huge pile of books she'd grabbed from shelves over to their study table, Ve plopped them down before sliding into a seat and begin to pull them towards her, one by one. She'd picked books mostly with ingredients descriptions for now, deciding to narrow down what she wanted a potion to do and then..... pick four and five and hope for the best.

Billywig sting slime. Hmph, well... while she didn't know it's exact properties, it WAS used in wiggenweld potion which healed minor cuts and injuries. So... that seemed like a good option for something health wise, yes? Boom berry was another, though considering she wasn't looking to make an exact replica of a potion that already existed perhaps she could skate by and use only one or the other. Bobotuber pus.... well that one did give her a bit of an idea. Perking up slightly, Ve turned towards Maria. "Do you think creating a different variant of potion for dealing with acne would count for the assignment?" Technically it could be considered more of a beautification thing than healing, she supposed but.... if Maria agreed there was a shot it could work, Vera was willing to take her chances.

Freddy hated the library - which was ironic, considering his academic interest - but yes, he hated it. Maybe it was the confined space or maybe it was the quiet (hah!) - maybe it was the dingy way he felt around too many books, but he preferred the open air when it came to studying.

The study hall too was only a tiniest bit better - and he would never come here alone. Today, however, was to do with tutoring, and that he could tolerate. Tolerance was one thing he knew he had to practise constantly - in order to survive - so here he was, books ready - waiting for Anna, hoping to somehow help her like he had managed with Fynley. And suffice to say, if he had been able to get Fynley to fix his grades even a little bit, he could do anything.

Books open, quill tapping idly on one of them - his eyes scanned all that he wanted to cover today.

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Freddy hated the library - which was ironic, considering his academic interest - but yes, he hated it. Maybe it was the confined space or maybe it was the quiet (hah!) - maybe it was the dingy way he felt around too many books, but he preferred the open air when it came to studying.

The study hall too was only a tiniest bit better - and he would never come here alone. Today, however, was to do with tutoring, and that he could tolerate. Tolerance was one thing he knew he had to practise constantly - in order to survive - so here he was, books ready - waiting for Anna, hoping to somehow help her like he had managed with Fynley. And suffice to say, if he had been able to get Fynley to fix his grades even a little bit, he could do anything.

Books open, quill tapping idly on one of them - his eyes scanned all that he wanted to cover today.

Was it embarrassing for a 17-year-old to still write important things on their hand? Apparently so...if housemates and other unsolicited advice from peers had anything to do with it. Thankfully Anna was not the sort to be too embarrassed about being authentically herself...though she was beginning to notice a very specific gap between herself and others her age that she could not exactly put to words but there was just this feeling and vibe that seemed to encompass things. Or maybe it was more she just did not have time to consider these things, especially not with the journaling that Professor Feirgrund had assigned to her.

Speaking of which...he had also suggested that she carry around a notepad to take notes on things like important meetings and her schedule. Where had she put that notepad again? If only the broken remembrall she kept in her pocket actually worked - she was still under the disillusion that it would work again on its own accord.

Needless to say...Anna WAS running just a tiny bit late. Just a tiny bit. Not more than ten minutes like the last time nor 30 minutes like the time or so before...but she was not precisely on time either. She hoped that the brain fuel (also known as Honeydukes sweets) would her apology - she really loathed disappointing friends. Whether Freddy considered them friends or not was kind of inconsequential. They had survived acromantula in the Forbidden Forest AND detention together so they were bonded.

"Hi," she chirped with a wide smile as she approached his choice of table with hurried steps. "I'm a little late again...I know...I'm sorry...but I didn't forget," she explained while holding up her palm which was covered in smudge black ink that if one were to squint at it long enough one may just barely be able to make out the time and location of their promised study session. "I took the wrong moving staircase...I think...would you like a sugar quill?"