Waverly Canterbury
June 28, 2012 5:39 PM
Tutoring may be needed... by Waverly Canterbury
It was a fact that Waverly Canterbury, the ambitious girl who had tried to keep her head above water, was slowly sinking. Metaphorically, of course. But she wasn't sinking in water, she was sinking in potions. Lots and lots of bubbling, failed potions. She was friendly enough with Professor Fawcett since he was the Baking Club adviser and her professor, but she was too embarrassed to actually ask him for help. She had put so much work into the Baking Club and making it perfect and immersing herself into her favorite subjects that she might've let the ones she wasn't super interested in slip a little. Maybe more than a little.She walked into her favorite place on campus and sat down on a bench outside of the maze, sighing heavily. She wasn't going to ask for a Potions tutor yet. Not if she could understand the stuff herself! Waverly unpacked her things, a collapsible cauldron included, and began looking through her Potions textbook for a potion that she should know how to brew. Hmm. Ah! The potion she had failed her first year at Sonora came to mind and she flipped to it. It was the potion that changed Muggle pictures into magical moving ones. She even had pictures in her room of her family which she could test. Er, if she brewed it right first, of course.
Waverly was determined not to fail. So she began writing down all of the ingredients and then closed her book soundly when she was done. She probably should've done this in the Potions classroom, but she felt like brewing potions outside. It was nice out anyway. She still wasn't used to the cooler weather at school, having lived in a hot desert-like environment all her life, but it was a nice change.
She lit the fire underneath her cauldron and put water in it from her wand. It was so helpful to even be able to make water come out of her wand! Then she waited till the water was boiling to put in two murtlap leaves. It had to boil for five minutes and then she could put in the shrivelfig pits. She had a bottle of those too. She had made sure that her potion ingredients weren't lacking. She began to crush them with her mortar and pestle.
Waverly tried to follow the directions to the letter, but maybe it was because she hadn't crushed her pits enough or let the leaves boil too long. Or maybe one of her brown hairs had fallen into the potion. But the end result was a sticky blue mess. She wanted to scream in frustration, but instead pulled the ends of her hair. She hadn't even bothered tying her hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from the potion. "I can never get this right!" she exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that she was in a public area.
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