She reluctantly opened the door. To find Mr. Wiz Giz, covered in purple ooze and fire stains.

"Potions lab?" She asked already knowing what was going on.

"Yes, please excuse me about the door but, I was afraid you were too caught in beating yourself up to notice my knocking." he replied

"I was not beating myself up, and you were spying on me?!"

"No, I could hear crying halfway across the hallway."

Miss. Faragonda tried to hide the fact her face was blood red, partly from crying, other part from blushing when she knew she was caught. She chuckled a bit for this was the scenario long ago when she blew up the potions lab, repeatedly. Mr. Wiz Giz nudged her though, he knew that look on her face, she was about to crawl back into her past for comfort. She yelped slightly at the surpize but, covered her mouth quickly. Wiz Giz's goop was now all over her jacket and, she looked slightly irritated but continued running without complaint. She arrived to find everyone covered in goop and one kid, in the middle, smiling oh so innocently, Miss. Griselda smiling oh so evilly, and all the students moaning about trying to get it out of their outfits. She couldn't help it, she fell into the past. She could hear the words so vibrantly, like it was yesterday.

"Oh Anna, you done it again!" Marget said to her.

"Dear what have I told you about this?" The kind headmistress said

"If you thought I was mean..." The head of punishment tried to say but was cut off.

"Gently now, she is just a child." the headmistress stated

Miss. Griselda, covered in goop, continually nudged Miss. Faragonda until she finally slapped her in the arm as hard as she could when no one was looking.

"OW! goodness, what happened?" Miss. Faragonda stated nervously.

She woke up to find she was laying on the desk, with the bottle of goop. Everyone was around her, watching her, wandering if she was alright. There was a splattered hand print where Miss. Griselda slapped her, evidence she was not in pain or she would have slapped back.

"Are you ok?" Miss. Griselda asked.

"I believe so. Would you mind taking care of this, I need to go back to my office." Miss. Faragonda replied.

"Yes, of course."

"Oh and by the way, would you find something that can get this goop out of fabrics and doors?" Miss. Faragonda said looking at Wiz Giz rudely.

"I will begin work on that as soon as possible." Miss. Griselda replied, exchanging evil looks towards Mr. Wiz Giz.

They both chuckled and turned to stare at the main attraction, the recipe. Miss. Griselda picked it up and inspected it, there was no way a student could have blown this up accidently, or intentionally. She continued inspecting the goop covered paper.

"1. One Chunk of Ice

2. One Stand of Hair

3. A LITTLE bit of magic."

Obviously, it was a potion to make one cool down in both attitude and actual temperature. This was the easiest spell some one could have tossed at a freshman. Then she looked at it again, little, the catch. Maybe the student added a pinch to much magic, well, more like a lot to much. However, the potion would have not gooped like that normally, there was another ingredient involved. Miss. Griselda walked over to Mr. Wiz Giz and pulled out a strand of his hair.

"OW HEY," He shouted. "That hurt! What was that for?!"

"That is for gooping up Miss. Faragonda's door and I need it to test the potion."

"I'm tender-headed."

"I noticed."

Miss. Faragonda tried to hide her laughter from Mr. Wiz Giz's temporary pain but, she found it hard. She covered her face with her hand and tried not to make any noise. She looked at the pair with question but she found it kind of obvious, it wasn't Mr. Wiz Giz's fault but, Miss. Griselda was looking for some one to blame and supposedly he gooped up Miss. Faragonda's door, he was the easy choice. She walked over to the pair to find, a brand new evil look on each of their faces. Miss. Griselda walked over to the only clean batch of potion supplies used in the lesson and began the potion. It blew up, just as the potion before only, not as bad for, she didn't even use a pinch of magic. Miss. Griselda went over to the chalkboard.

"Prof. Wiz Giz, your shampoo or conditioner messed up the potion." Miss. Griselda said with anger.

"Don't be so sure, sometimes people will use the same shampoo and conditioner." Miss. Faragonda replied.

"Show me the bottle." Miss. Griselda demanded, still angry.

Mr. Wiz Giz pulled out two bottles from his jacket. Both of them were brown bottles with many weird labels on them. Miss. Griselda was shocked. She inspected them closer, one said shampoo, the other said conditioner. She turned the bottles over, both of them with built in brown hair dye. She looked at the ingredient label, all organic, just like her's. Miss. Faragonda just about bursted out laughing at the look on Miss. Griselda's face. He used the same shampoo and conditioner she used.

"What's the problem, you use the same hair products?" Wiz Giz asked.

"No, the problem is I got this out of the Women's Section." Miss. Griselda replied.

"I got mine out of the Men's Section."

"I don't believe you."

"Me either, I suppose we are kindred spirits."

"I doubt that even more then your plea about the shampoo."

"Why is the blob purple and not brown?"

"The only explanation is some one switched the brown with, the, AHHHH!!!"

"Oh no! OH NO! My hair is going to turn PURPLE?!"

Miss. Faragonda looked alarmed, what if some one switched her shampoo as well. However, fashion didn't matter as much as keeping Miss. Griselda from trying to beat up Mr. Wiz Giz. Miss. Griselda stared at him with anger, and she didn't get a scared look back. Miss. Faragonda grabbed each of them by the ear. She dragged them away from each other slowly.

She was about to start a long lecture on how the staff were to be one but, there was a horrible crash down stairs, what sounded to be Miss. Dufour's loud scream and, a lot of constant blasts of energy.

"So much for the lecturing, I'm predicting, I'm going to need more write-ups and you will need a bigger office." Miss. Griselda said.

"I think my office is big enough." Miss. Faragonda replied as the pair ran off, one with a goopy hand print and a scar on her hand. The other with excess attitude, covered in purple goop, and a really bad case of getting up on the wrong side of the dungeon.