part three: First Potion
I shook with anticipation, feeling the pull to raise my hand before a question was even asked. I knew my Potions, and was proud. He sneered at me, sitting in the only free spot he could find, to my left.
As we began our simple potion, I took no notice of him. Chopping with already practiced skill, I went to drop the ginger into the cauldron, and the explosion shook the room. He'd bumped my hand, but there was no telling him that as the mess dripped wetly from his now pink hair.
He eventually taught me to hate pink.
I shook with anticipation, feeling the pull to raise my hand before a question was even asked. I knew my Potions, and was proud. He sneered at me, sitting in the only free spot he could find, to my left.
As we began our simple potion, I took no notice of him. Chopping with already practiced skill, I went to drop the ginger into the cauldron, and the explosion shook the room. He'd bumped my hand, but there was no telling him that as the mess dripped wetly from his now pink hair.
He eventually taught me to hate pink.
