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- 01/2045
The potion bubbled and January glared at it. She should have been so much better at this than she was, her mothers side of the family owned and ran several potions shops and she'd grown up living and breathing them for ages - then she'd started attending school and her potions grades had plummeted, though she didn't blame her lack of interest for that. It was everything that happened with August. She's still angry about it, still angry at her parents for not... what, supporting him? She'd known that was going to happen, it was obvious. Her mother was... traditional in a lot of ways, modern in some, she'd never arrange marriages for any of her children, she didn't agree with them (and January would never be able to express how happy she was about that, because it hadn't been the same with her Aunt. The Matriarch of the family who'd just sort of indebted them to another family and then disappeared. Her whereabouts were a closely guarded secret, which of course probably meant she was dead, but that wasn't really the present issue since it had all happened years ago and when she was still a baby.
Her present issue was that, for some ungodly reason, he Draught of Living Death was purple, and it was definitely not meant to be purple. She blew a puff of air out to get the hair out of her face and stared at her potions textbook. She had until next week to perfect this or she was absolutely failing this class. She'd already had to beg the professor to let her retake the class after she'd essentially failed out last year, but she was determined, she was going to get it... she hoped. She might not want to work with potions when she graduated, but she couldn't survive on duelling alone. Defence and Charms were easily her best subjects, but she needed more than that. She needed to at least pass the class - then maybe she would feel better and not like she hadn't earned anything she had. So stressed was she that she hadn't even been hanging out with her favourite Wampus, and that was a damn tragedy. Still, needs must, and sometimes must had to wait.
"Why are you even purple? That doesn't make any sense! I didn't put in any lilacs!"
@Schuyler Halliwell
Her present issue was that, for some ungodly reason, he Draught of Living Death was purple, and it was definitely not meant to be purple. She blew a puff of air out to get the hair out of her face and stared at her potions textbook. She had until next week to perfect this or she was absolutely failing this class. She'd already had to beg the professor to let her retake the class after she'd essentially failed out last year, but she was determined, she was going to get it... she hoped. She might not want to work with potions when she graduated, but she couldn't survive on duelling alone. Defence and Charms were easily her best subjects, but she needed more than that. She needed to at least pass the class - then maybe she would feel better and not like she hadn't earned anything she had. So stressed was she that she hadn't even been hanging out with her favourite Wampus, and that was a damn tragedy. Still, needs must, and sometimes must had to wait.
"Why are you even purple? That doesn't make any sense! I didn't put in any lilacs!"
@Schuyler Halliwell