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[metamorphmaga]

Jenny has nightmares all night. Everything from she vanished all of her clothing by accident to she can't do anything except change form and everyone laughs at the stupid Muggle, and every other version of mucking up her first class that her sleepy brain can manufacture. She wakes up looking like she's been run over by a very sleep-deprived train, and her hair is curling in panicked ringlets of pure white.

But now she has Potions class to go to. She should probably get up and do that. Not going to class counts as mucking up, so she makes herself get up and get dressed. Can't muck up. If you do, you can't be a witch.

That thought turns the rest of her hair white.

Comments

[metamorphmaga]

"Not your fault! I'll live. (I hope!)"

[chanuphis]

"Please do, I'm sure the Headmistress would rather not preside over any deaths."

[parental_guidance]

"Uh, all things considered- we should probably not joke about that?" Emma says quietly.

[chanuphis]

"Okay."

[parental_guidance]

Awkward silence abounds!





"I, um. Sorry. I didn't mean to kill the conversation," Emma mumbles.

[chanuphis]

"Professor Slughorn would probably have told us off for talking about things beside the potion eventually anyway," says Miranda, though Slughorn is across the room helping a pair of Hufflepuffs understand the book's described difference between chopping and mincing. Miranda minces the things that need mincing.

[metamorphmaga]

"I don't know how I feel about that. That might make this like a normal class. It's supposed to just be Awesome Magic!"

[pleating]

"Uh, this is a normal class. First Year Potions is a - a pretty normal class."

[metamorphmaga]

"Er, normal for a Muggleborn?"

[chanuphis]

"Normal doesn't mean nonmagical, Jenny."

[metamorphmaga]

"I know, I didn't mean it like that! Really, I didn't. But- it's normal to me, and I wasn't thinking about it, so I said normal!"

[pleating]

"What would Muggles be learning instead of Potions, anyway?" wonders Karen. "Is it just like more primary school, forever?"

[chanuphis]

"Well, they learn different things even in primary school, but I think it's more like that than Hogwarts, anyway." Miranda powders something that needs powdering and sprinkles it into her and Emma's potion, then looks up other uses of the powder in the index.

[metamorphmaga]

"It's more like primary school," Jenny agrees. "But with calculators instead of cauldrons."

Cauldrons are definitely better.

[chanuphis]

"Well, in wizard and witch primary school like Renée teaches they still teach about magic, they just can't have the kids actually doing it," Miranda says.

[parental_guidance]

"Speaking of school... what class do you have next? Are we in the same one again?" Emma asks, consulting her schedule.

[chanuphis]

"We have Charms after this. And Astronomy tonight."

[parental_guidance]

"We've got Charms with you, but Astronomy isn't for a couple days," Emma reports.

[chanuphis]

"Well, we can't have everything together - and tomorrow we have Transfiguration and brooms and that new lecture that they're doing this year on - relatively more current events than the kind Binns teaches."

[metamorphmaga]

"Yes! Flying broomsticks this is going to be the best!"

[pleating]

"Yeah, I love flying."

[metamorphmaga]

"What's it like? I can't wait!"

[pleating]

"I mean, it's like sitting on a flying broomstick? It's kind of hard to describe. But it's great."

[metamorphmaga]

Her response is not a comment, but a excited mini-squeal. It winds up sounding more like a squeak, but Jenny doesn't care a bit. Flying broomsticks.

Dumping the last pile of powder into the cauldron yields a puff of purple smoke and a charming lavender smell. "Oooh, oooh, we did it!" Jenny says excitedly.

(So much for mucking up. Lavender happened!)

[chanuphis]

Emma and Miranda's potion is finished soon after. Theirs comes out pumpkin spice scented, well within acceptable parameters.