Zazuka Getathorn
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Zazuka had gotten her shipment of missing ingredients not too long ago and the Lotus potion was nearly complete. She had been working deep in the dungeons so no one would come across her mixture and mess with it. Even breathing in the fumes made her feel as if she where back in the Divination Tower, in the protective bubble that the professor seemed to provide. This one would be perfect, she was sure of this. With this one she would not have to get very much sleep at all. Though her room mates where good at telling her that she would be ok she knew that they too where tired of her waking up at odd hours of the morning and screaming her head off.
Zazuka was tired of Seeing the horrible images that seemed like someone planted them in her head and where playing them over and over. She needed them to stop. She knew if this kept going like it was that she was going to be labeled as crazy. Zazuka was already looked at funny by a few girls. Mainly the one that she had told sorry to in the Great Hall. She still didnt know much of why she had the great feeling of sorrow when she went to her but still it was there. The room smelled of the flower that was the main ingredient in the potion and she knew that it was done. She started to ladle some into a heart shaped bottle small enough to carry around with her. Thoughts of the shards the visions that so tormented her seemed to fade even farther into her repressed memory as she did this.
Zazuka was tired of Seeing the horrible images that seemed like someone planted them in her head and where playing them over and over. She needed them to stop. She knew if this kept going like it was that she was going to be labeled as crazy. Zazuka was already looked at funny by a few girls. Mainly the one that she had told sorry to in the Great Hall. She still didnt know much of why she had the great feeling of sorrow when she went to her but still it was there. The room smelled of the flower that was the main ingredient in the potion and she knew that it was done. She started to ladle some into a heart shaped bottle small enough to carry around with her. Thoughts of the shards the visions that so tormented her seemed to fade even farther into her repressed memory as she did this.