AN: Time to make a potion! I hope Mia makes it right, with all the work she's put in! This chapter was SUPER long so I made it two chapters! Enjoy.

Thank you to Mira the Beta from heaven.

I Don't own the Harry Potter world. If I did, it probably wouldn't be as amazing as it is.

Updated 6/18/16

Chapter 14

The next morning after breakfast, Mia walked down to the 7th floor carrying a ton of stuff. She had her cauldron stuffed full of potion making tools and a bag thrown over her left shoulder filled with all of her raw ingredients. Mia walked down the empty corridor across from the tapestry of trolls in tutu's and stopped. There was no door there.

The room was gone and Mia didn't know how to get back in. Mia closed her eyes tightly as she began to panic. The cauldron was very heavy and she didn't think she could hold it much longer.

She needed her secret room back now!

She focused on the room in her mind hoping to figure out how to trigger the magic. A simple room that would keep her secret and a table in the middle. And maybe even a door that opened on its own. Mia didn't think she would be able to open the door with her hands full.

Suddenly Mia heard the familiar sound of stone moving, and she opened her eyes to see the wooden door from the day before swing open in front of her. Relieved, Mia rushed inside and dumped everything on the table, careful not to crush any of the ingredients.

Mia started setting everything up at once. She had borrowed a cauldron burner from the potions lab and set her cauldron on it. She laid out all of her notes and meticulously laid out all the ingredients in order that she would use them. Some of them needed to be prepared just before she added them to the cauldron so she only cut the ones she would be using that day.

This potion was extremely complex and parts of it had to simmer for several days before the following ingredient could be added. Mia had brought along a stopwatch so that she would time everything out perfectly. She had one shot to make this potion. If she messed up she wouldn't have enough ingredients to try a second time.

After doing all the prep work she could think of and reading over the notes a few more times, Mia took a deep breath and set the black beetle eyes to boil in half a liter of pollywog juice. Mia spent the next 6 hours working on her potion and after adding one more ingredient she had to let it simmer without stirring for another 12 hours. Mia set her timer and wandered down to the great hall looking for some dinner.

The next few weeks passed in the same manner. Mia's whole day was planned out by her timer. Sometimes she would have to add the next ingredients in the middle of the night, making her sleep all day. Sometimes she would have nothing to do for several days and other times she had to work on adding things and babysit it for 12 hours straight.

Mia spent most of her free time with the wolves in the forest and told them all about her plans to join them soon in animal form. They were excited. Mia also made sure to always attend at least one meal in the great hall a day and to have tea with Professor McGonagall every Monday night. This proved to be a little difficult the third Monday into the summer holiday. Mia was in the middle of a conversation about Owls with the professor when the timer in Mia's pocket started to go off silently. It was a magical timer, charmed so that she was the only one, who could hear it, but Mia's eyes grew large and a look of panic crossed her face when it went off. She had to put the horned slug into the potion ASAP! The Professor looked at Mia with a look of concern at the girls panicked face. Mia made to stand up. "Sorry professor I have to go… to the bathroom immediately! Goodbye!" And with that Mia ran from the Professor's room.

Embarrassing excuse? Yes, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Mia had put a two minutes warning on her timer so she had less than two minutes to run up stairs. Thankfully the wooden door on the seventh floor didn't disappear as long as Mia's potion was in there, so as she approached the door at a run it opened itself up for her. Panting she grabbed the fat dead slug and threw it into the potion whole. She looked at her timer, she was 15 seconds too late but she was sure this potion couldn't be that picky. After spending two more hours in the room brewing her potion Mia dragged herself upstairs to her room. She would have to wake up in 4 hours to add the next ingredient and she needed all the sleep she could get.

The next morning after working on her potion, Mia went down stairs to get some breakfast. She had forgotten about the incident the night before but apparently Professor McGonagall had not. After Mia had finished her eggs the old professor pulled Mia aside and asked her if she was ok. Mia promised she was but the professor didn't seem convinced. After asking the very embarrassed Mia if she knew about the monthly process all women went through, and seeing that Mia was not quite that old yet, she simply made Mia promise to come to her with any problems she had, and gave the girl a potion for an upset stomach.

Embarrassed and blushing Mia made her way out onto the grounds and walked towards the forbidden forest, and spent the rest of the day with her pack.

Six weeks. It had taken Mia six weeks. It was 5 o'clock in the morning, and Mia had been up all night. She was tired and sweaty, and just wanted a shower. The potion had been giving off a thick grey steam that smelled like spinach for the last four hours. Mia gave the potion a few more clockwise stirs as she peered over the side of the cauldron trying to see through the steam what color the liquid was. The finished potion was supposed to be completely clear, and right now Mia was working with a murky light purple liquid. Had she done something wrong?

Mia wiped the condensation off her forehead with the back of her hand. The last stage of the potion had been very delicate and now there was only one final ingredient to add.

Mia ran her hands through her hair a few times until she had several long black hairs caught in her fingers. She looked at the hair in her fingers and took a deep breath. If this didn't work, then it would mean she had wasted her entire summer for nothing. Mia held the hairs over the steaming cauldron and let them go. They wafted into the caldron slowly, as the steam fought to carry them away. The condensation in the steam collected on the hair wrapping each strand in a grey cocoon making it heavy and bringing it closer to the potion.

Finally gravity won out and the hair sank to the surface of the liquid. The moment it touched the potion it was as if a stone had been dropped into the cauldron. Ripples formed in the center of the potion and radiated out, and in a matter of seconds the steam had ceased and the potion cleared to a clear liquid that looked just like water. Mia smiled. She had done it. Mia, an eleven year old girl, she would be twelve in a few days time, had just completed an incredibly complex potion.

Mia took a step back from the table and sat down on the chair she had added to the room a few weeks ago. As she had worked over the weeks she had thought of things to add to the room that she needed, like a large sink, or a bathroom, and the room had cooperated. Mia took the corner of her dirty and stained robe and wiped her face off. She really needed a shower. And then she had to go to breakfast so that McGonagall wouldn't worry. Mia stood up one more time and started picking up her empty glass vials. She began dividing the potion up into thirty doses and put a stopper in each vial when it was full. Once finished, she cleaned out her cauldron and placed all of the vials into her bag and all of her tools into the large cauldron. She carefully slung the bag full of potions over her shoulder and lifted up the heavy cauldron full of tools. Walking to the door she took one look back on the room she had used for the last six weeks, and headed up to Gryffindor tower towards the shower.

The fat lady argued with Mia knowing she had been out all night, but finally let her in when she looked like she would faint from exhaustion. Once in her room, Mia carefully wrapped up her potions and hid them in her trunk and then set off at once for a shower. Once clean, Mia put on clean robes and headed down to breakfast. Professor McGonagall asked why Mia was falling asleep into her porridge and after a quick excuse of staying up all night reading, the professor ordered Mia off to bed much to the young girl's relief.

When Mia's head hit her pillow she didn't wake again until noon the next day. Mia hadn't realized how tired she really was. After a quick shower Mia got dressed and headed down for lunch in the great hall. Professor McGonagall was happy to see Mia looking better, and aside from some stiffness from sleeping so long, she felt much better. After lunch Mia decided to go out to the forbidden forest and spend some time with her pack.

She had been spending so much time on her potion she hadn't spent enough time as she wanted to with them. She had made it as far as the tree line when an eagle owl swooped down upon her and dropped a letter at her feet before flying away. Mia stopped in surprise and picked up the letter, it was addressed to a Miss Amelia Black in beautiful curvy black handwriting. Mia couldn't imagine who could possibly have sent it. She had sent and received a letter or two from Hermione over the course of the summer, but this definitely wasn't Hermione's handwriting. Mia turned over the letter and popped open the green wax seal with the letter 'M' pressed into the wax. She unfolded the letter and read the elegant handwriting inside.

Dear Miss Amelia,

Forgive me for the lateness of this letter. I have been meaning to write it for some time now, but I could not think of the proper time to send it, or the words that would explain all I wish to you. It gives me great sadness when I think of all the time that has separated us from you. Please accept my apologies with an invitation to come and stay with us for the rest of you summer holiday. After all, family really should be together.

We have previously arranged your trip with the headmaster and my husband, your Uncle Lucius, will be by Professor Dumbledore's office at 2pm to collect you.

Words cannot express my excitement in meeting you.

Your loving aunt,

Narcissa Malfoy

Mia couldn't believe what she had just read. Draco's parents wished for her to spend the rest of the summer with them? Could she refuse the offer? Mia really didn't want to spend two weeks with people who were accused of being followers of Voldemort. And she especially didn't want to be in a house with Draco for two weeks.

The only reason they got along at school was because they stayed pretty far apart from each other. Mia re-read the letter. 'will be by at 2pm to collect you' they didn't seem to be giving her any choice in the matter. Mia looked down at her watch, it was 1:45. She only had 15 minutes to get back up to the castle, pack her trunk and head to Dumbledore's office? She didn't even know where his office was!

Mia turned and started running back up to the castle. She hadn't even done anything with her hair that morning, just threw it into a loose braid. The Malfoy's were rich and she was going to be meeting her long lost family looking like she lived on the streets and had just woken up from a 30 hour nap!

Mia ran into the entrance hall and smacked right into Professor McGonagall. "Oh, dear child, I have been looking all over for you! I have just received news from your Aunt and Uncle." The professor looked at the disheveled girl in front of her and saw the letter clutched in her hand. "And I see that you have received a similar letter." The professor seemed a little put out. Apparently she didn't like being told about last minute plans involving her student being taken away from the castle ether. "Come along them."

The Professor began leading Mia down a corridor that was not headed towards the Gryffindor common room. "But professor, I have to pack my trunk!"

"I asked a few house elves to get your trunk packed up for you, but there is one thing I must ask you before we enter the headmasters office." The professor stopped outside of a statue of a stone gargoyle and she turned and looked at Mia. "Are you alright with this arrangement? They are your family so I know they will be good to you, but I understand if you are a bit apprehensive and wish to stay here."

The professor was giving Mia a choice.

What did Mia really want? She knew that for one, she didn't want to make any more enemies, and if she refused her family's invitation then she would probably burn the bridge leading to the only family she had. Mia couldn't do that just because she wanted to rebel against the forced offer. "I think I will go." The Professor gave Mia a penetrating look. "If I don't at least meet them then I will never be able to make up my mind about them for myself."

The Professor nodded. "Just promise me that if they make you feel too uncomfortable you will floo back here to Hogwarts immediately." Mia nodded, but decided it best not to mention that although she had read about it before, she had absolutely no idea how to use the floo network. Professor McGonagall nodded and gave her a thin smile and straightened up.

"Sugar Quill." At her words the gargoyle behind her came to life and jumped out of the way of a hidden staircase. They rode up the spiral stairs and when they came to a door at the top, the professor didn't even knock but went straight in. Professor Dumbledore was standing in the middle of his office next to Mia's trunk thanking an old house elf who disappeared with a crack. He smiled up at Professor McGonagall and Mia as they entered.

"Ah, Miss Amelia. Are you ready for your trip?" Dumbledore looked to Mia for an answer but was cut off by emerald flames rising up in the fireplace, and a pristinely dressed man with long white blond hair stepped out.

Lucius Malfoy looked like a man of power. He wore finely pressed black robes and a look in his eyes that said he was better than everyone he met. He stepped away from the fire place and nodded to the two professors in turn. "Professor, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Then his eyes fell on Mia. The look of superiority in his eyes flashed as he looked on the flushed little girl with wrinkled robes and messy braids. "And you must be Miss Amelia." He nodded his head and spoke in a sarcastic voice. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet the daughter of my wife's disowned cousin."

"The pleasure is mine, dear Uncle, in meeting someone as- infamous as yourself." Mia bowed her head in respect hoping that her evident disrespect would be looked over. When Mia straightened up she could see Professor McGonagall covering a smile with her hand and saw a look of contempt flash accost Lucius' face.

"Yes, yes, well are you ready to go then? Your Aunt is beside herself with excitement to see you. Is this your trunk?" Lucius didn't seem to be looking for an answer; he seemed to only be looking for an excuse to leave the head master's office. He pulled the trunk over to the fire and bid the Professors a good day.

Professor Dumbledore stopped him from being too hasty in his leaving. "Now Mia, would this be your first time using the floo?" Mia nodded, and Lucius looked outraged that this girl had the nerve to inconvenience him so much. "Oh well then I must explain it properly for you so that you do not get lost."

Lucius huffed as if wishing she would get lost. Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and not missing a beat he continued.

"I believe your father flooed with you many a time when you were a baby, but this will surely be your first solo trip. But not to worry, it is a simple thing to learn. All you must do is throw in a pinch of the powder, step into the flames and clearly state your destination. Think you can do that?" Mia nodded.

An irritated looking Mr. Malfoy grabbed Mia's trunk and dragged it into the fire after he threw in his powder. "Malfoy Manor." And with that the emerald flames rose up and he was gone. Mia took a deep breath and approached the fire. She took a pinch of the powder above the fire like her Uncle had and threw it into the fire, she stepped into the warm tickling green flames and smiled, and it felt so warm and familiar and made the joy and hope of a memory forgotten spring up in her gut. She looked back at the two professors.

"Safe travel to you Miss Amelia." Dumbledore gave her a warm smile.

"And try to have fun!" McGonagall looked worried.

Mia nodded and opened her mouth, "Malfoy Manor!" All at once the warm flames rose up around her and wizzed her off, she was spinning past lights that she thought looked like living rooms all over Britain, and she started to get dizzy when all of a sudden she stopped spinning and was thrown out of the fire onto a cold marble floor. Mia could hear someone burst out laughing at her as she lay heaped in an ashy mess on the floor.

"Draco!" Mia looked up and saw a beautiful blond woman scolding Draco Malfoy as he tried to stifle his laughs at his cousin's expense. The beautiful and elegant woman swept over to Mia and picked her up off the ground. After using her want to clean off all of the ash, Narcissa Malfoy pulled Mia into a delicate hug and then stepped back to give her a look over. The large smile faded for just a moment at the look of the disheveled girl, but then was replaced by a look of polished love. "Oh my dear Amelia, how long have I wished to see you!"

Mia heard a snort of laughter and looked over to see an amused Lucius levitating her trunk up a set of stairs. "We will have such great fun together and lots of girl time I imagine. I cannot wait! Draco has told me all about how brilliant you are in your classes and I've scolded him endlessly for not inviting you to come and stay with us over the Christmas holiday." Mia looked over her aunt's shoulder to Draco and saw a look on his face that said he would prefer kissing a dragon rather than having to spend Christmas with his cousin.

"Thank you for the invitation, your home is very beautiful."

"Not a problem dear. Now Draco, why don't you go show Mia up to her room and you two can play before dinner in a few hours." This didn't seem to be up for discussion and Draco huffed and started up the large marble staircase. Mia looked after him and ran to catch up. This was sure to be an eventful visit.

Once at the top of the steppes Draco turned on Mia and sneered. "Well look at you. Been spending the summer rolling around in the dirt or something?"

"Stuff it Draco. Can't we at least try to be civil? It's not like I asked to come here."

"Oh don't worry dear cousin; I think we will have a grand time." Draco gave Mia another wicked smirk and the bottom fell out of her stomach. She suddenly wished she had her wand for protection. If only students were allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts.

The first day passed reasonably uneventfully for Mia. Draco showed her all around the beautiful mansion that was so big it was like a maze, telling her about the history and wealth of his family and mentioning occasionally in different words how she was in no way worthy to be under the same roof given her muggle mother.

It was all Mia could do to stay calm and not knock him in the face. Before dinner, Narcissa swept Mia away and gave her a new dress and helped her do up her hair in a way that according to Narcissa made her look more like a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Narcissa fawned over Mia, she had gone out shopping a few days before and bought a fortune's worth of designer clothes, shoes and dresses for Mia. Mia mostly wore jeans and simple blouses or sweaters under her school robes, but accepted the cloths with great thanks. Narcissa did Mia's hair, polished her nails, added rouge to her cheeks, and told her endless stories of her family.

Much to Mia's sadness she very rarely ever mentioned her cousin Sirius. Mia liked the clothes she was given, and didn't mind the attention and pampering, it made her feel like she had a mum to care for her. But under everything that Narcissa did, Mia was very aware that this was not a nurturing woman, she was a polished woman. Mia tried to just enjoy herself, she understood that her aunt didn't mean anything rude by referencing her less than wealthy appearance or her poor and dead mother, but when her aunt attempted to throw away her old blue ribbons Mia got angry. She saved them from the trash and put them in an inside pocket.

Dinner turned out to be a grand event. They were waited on by a few house elves, who looked on Mia with adoration as she thanked them for their service. All through dinner Draco wolfed down his food and Lucius looked bored and annoyed as he slowly ate. Mia on the other hand didn't have much time to eat as Narcissa asked Mia a new question every time she took a bite of food. She told her aunt all about her studies and her classes. Narcissa was happy to hear her niece was a brilliant witch, but saddened to learn she was in Gryffindor and didn't have many friends.

She made Draco promise to spend more time with her at school in the future. Once a lull in the conversation arose, Mia took the opportunity to ask a question she had been wondering since she had met her uncle. "Aunt Narcissa, may I ask, what was my father disowned for? Uncle Lucius mentioned it earlier and I was wondering what he meant." At this Lucius looked up, paying attention to the conversation for the first time with a look of a child with his hand caught in a cookie jar.

"Lucius! Why on earth did you tell her that? Honestly, what a rude thing to say!" Lucius gave his wife an apologetic look and returned to eating his spice cake. "Dear, don't worry about that, it was a long time ago and not the sort of thing that would concern you." It was clear to Mia that she wasn't going to get an answer. Draco started laughing into his cake and Narcissa dismissed them to head up to their rooms saying it was getting late. Mia followed Draco up the grand staircase towards the wing of the house that had both their rooms. Draco stopped her in the hallway.

"You really don't know do you?" Draco had a look of self righteous glee on his face.

"If I knew then I wouldn't have asked. No one ever talks about my father to me. All I know was that he went to Hogwarts, and now he's in jail. If you want to make fun of me for my lack of knowledge then go ahead. It's not my fault that people act awkward about the subject when I'm around."

"I wasn't going to make fun of you. I was going to tell you. But if you don't want to know then fine." Draco made as if he was about to walk away but Mia stopped him.

"No please, tell me what you know."

Draco looked around quickly and pulled Mia into a room off the side of the hall. This room was richly furnished with delicate and ornate chairs and shelves filled with lots of interesting books lining the walls. A small fire was heating the room pleasantly. Draco went over to the fire and plopped down onto the large couch.

"Tell me what you already know about the Black family."

Mia walked over to a smaller chair and sat in it, folding her legs underneath herself. "Well I know that they are one of the oldest pure blood wizarding families still alive, and that the only ones still alive are your mother and her two sisters and my father and me."

"That's it?" Draco looked at her like she was a moron.

"What do you want from me? Want me to list out every random fact I have ever heard? I know they, like your family were all blood purists, and that many of them were suspected supporters of You-know-who."

Draco gave Mia a look like he was sizing her up. Mia didn't care that Draco was having fun with her, she knew that even if he used the information to show that he was better and smarter than her, she would still get the information, and that was all she wanted. "Before I tell you about your dad, there are a few things that you need to know. Things you wouldn't know having grown up with muggles like you had. Pure blood families like ours are a bit different from other wizarding families. In our families, pride is everything. Pride in your family, pride in your magic, pride in your blood, pride in your wealth. Those are the most important things. In every pure blood family, it is the job of the first born male to carry on the traditions and line of the family. For example, I am an only child, but if I did have a younger sibling, they would matter little in comparison to me, as long as I did right by my family. But if I did screw up badly then my family could choose to disown me, and make my younger brother the chosen heir." Mia looked disgusted at this proclamation. "I'm not saying it's a good thing, it's just the way it works in our world. Given that I am an only child, there isn't really anything that would be considered bad enough to disown me because then the Malfoy's wouldn't have an heir. Get it?" Mia nodded. "Now your father was in fact the first born in the family, and he also had a younger brother." Mia looked startled at this, she had an uncle? "Now don't get too excited! I said had a younger brother he died a few years after your father was thrown into Azkaban I think."

Mia didn't understand how Draco could talk about things like people being thrown into Azkaban, and dying like it was nothing, but she didn't dare interrupt him. She wanted her answers. "So why was he disowned?"

Malfoy smirked before answering. "Because he was a blood traitor. He didn't agree with his family's views and beliefs so they kicked him out. Not to mention he married that mudblo- I mean muggle born- mother of yours. In the eyes of a pure blood family that makes him lower than dirt."

"But he killed them didn't he? In the end he betrayed his friends, and even my mom, they are all dead now and he was a servant of you-know-who. Doesn't that redeem him some how?"

"Honestly I don't know. I was just a baby back then like you. All I know is the history of the story, they disowned him while he was still in Hogwarts and prideful wizards rarely ever go back on their decisions especially if they were wrong in making them. Maybe your dad joined You-know-who as a way of getting back into their good graces." Draco and Mia sat in the silence of the room for a few minutes. It was a lot to process and Mia wanted to think on all she had learned for a while. "We should get to bed before Mum and Dad catch us." Mia agreed silently and got up to follow Draco threw the maze of hallways that lead to their rooms. Draco was a prat and a bully, but he had his moments. The two soon to be second years didn't get along, they liked to argue and poke fun at each other. But a part of them realized they were family, and at the end of the day they weren't enemies.

A few hours later Mia had been lying in bed for a while. She couldn't sleep. Her sleeping schedule had been so thrown off by making her potion that she wasn't really tired. Adding that to the fact that she had just learned something new about her mysterious father made nothing in Mia's brain willing to shut off to allow her to sleep. Mia climbed out of bed and walked into the hallway. Maybe if she could find that library she had been in with Draco earlier she could find a good book and just read for a while to clear her head of the things that were bothering her. She crept down the hallway and past Draco's door. She could hear quiet snoring coming from his room so she knew he was asleep.

Mia walked down a few hallways and made a few turns and it wasn't long before she knew for sure that she was lost. She decided to just turn around and go back to bed when she heard voices. It sounded like Lucius and Narcissa arguing quietly. Mia didn't want to eavesdrop on her aunt and uncles marital problems so she went to walk away when she heard her name being mentioned. It was Narcissa.

"-but Amelia is my family. I will not have you getting her involved in your dangerous games." Mia scooted closer to the door so she could listen.

"That's what I'm saying to you Narcissa! If I give the book to her then when havoc falls on Hogwarts this year she will be safe!" This was Lucius speaking. Was he trying to protect her from something? Mia had gotten the feeling that Lucius didn't care one bit about Mia and would have much preferred her not to have existed.

"Oh don't try to convince me you are doing this for her own good. You know very well who ever you give that book too will get caught and will most likely be expelled or sentenced to Azkaban!" Ok, so clearly Lucius didn't care about Mia.

"But dear wife, she would at least be safe. And it will be much easier to slip the book to her than to another student. And even if she did go to Azkaban, she would be with family there!"

Slap!

"That is my niece you are talking about. You will not risk her for the sake of your old loyalties."

Lucius voice was low and filled with poison. "Don't you ever slap me again."

"Someone has to remind you of your priorities, and this family had better be your priority. That means if you wish to keep your son and myself in your life you will not sacrifice my niece in your little game. She is the only family I have left after Bellatrix got locked away and Andromeda was labeled as a blood traitor. I am sick and tired of this war of blood purity our world is fighting! If blood is the most important thing than why do we disown our own so easily? I stopped speaking with Andromeda, my own sister, on your orders and I will live by that choice now even though I regret it with everything I am. But I will not allow you to separate Amelia from me." There was silence. She could hear some slight movement as if that conversation was decided and over. In a lighter note Narcissa continued. "Why don't you just give it to one of Author's children like you were planning?"

Mia had heard enough. She slowly eased away from the door and quietly started to make her way back to where she hoped her room was located.

What was coming to Hogwarts this year that would be so dangerous and how were the Malfoy's involved? After wandering for a few minuets Mia saw a tapestry that looked familiar and managed to locate her room. Mia climbed into bed and closed her eyes, she didn't think she would sleep easy, but she had to try. She had learned so much today. Her father at one point of his life had believed enough in the right side that his family of blood purists had disowned him, and her Aunt who was in fact still one of those blood purists cared enough about her to stand up to her husband and protect her.

Maybe family could be a powerful thing, even if the people themselves weren't the greatest. Mia looked at her watch sitting on the dresser beside her bed. It was just after midnight and that meant Mia was officially 12 years old. Mia wondered if RJL would be able to find her staying with the Malfoy's. Although her Aunt had bought her tons of clothes, Mia didn't think anyone in this household knew it was her birthday. Mia slowly drifted off to sleep, images of a family long forgotten flashing through her mind.

AN: Ok up next is the long awaited Animagus scene sort of :)…. Will Mia use the potion? We shall see.

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