She was D I S T R A C T E D. Thoughts of home filling her head. She missed ilvermorny. She missed her housemates. She missed her friends. She missed --
Nose scrunched, jaw tightened -- she leaned over her potions book. Sheâd been on the same page for over 40 minutes now, and it didnât look like sheâd be getting any further tonight. The library was almost empty save for a few Ravenclaws, and the occasional Hufflepuff spewing emotional support over the shoulder of a friend.Â
Meddyâs hand twisted left, then right. Swaying, absentmindedly as she reread the same section for the twelth time.Â
                 âA potion of prodigious power, to repulse the vile Doxy.
                  Students of my work may wonder why I chose to devote
                  my genius to deterring these fairy-like...âÂ
The pen atop her notebook shivered.
               â...even hermits suffer from household pests. Hence...â
Sloppily it lifted from the table. Wobbling for a moment before falling back to rest.Â
                  â I created this, a full-bodied venomous mixture, yet
                   well-rounded. ...â
Again it lifted. This time slightly HIGHER -- more STEADY.Â
An exacerbated sigh pounced from her lips. The pen hit the table with a sharp smack.