Liquids
In the potions classroom, professor Parkinson was preparing for class. Suddenly, the door opened. “Now we still have ten minutes before class…oh, is Ms. Lechat! And…?”
“Sorry for interrupting, sir.” After Claire entered the classroom. Moe chose to ignore him recognized her first because of her father while closing the door. Claire hid behind her, tightly grabbed a piece of fabric from her robe. “But my friend needs your help.”
“I’m happy to help. What’s the matter?” Professor Parkinson asked, confused.
“It’s just…Claire, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Moe turned her head and whispered. Claire walked toward and took off her hood. “That’s the matter, sir.”
Professor Parkinson was shocked, couldn’t say anything. “Well, if this is some kind of illness or some pranks between students maybe you can go find Madam Pomfrey–”
“It’s NOT a prank, sir.” Claire stared at him. Tried not to get angry as much as she could. “It’s a curse. And it can't heal.”
“Perhaps you can ask professor Lechat–”
“We already asked him. He doesn’t know either.” Moe said with worry. “That’s why we came to ask you, maybe you can help Claire to control her curse?”
Professor Parkinson thought for a minute. “Hold on.“
He waved his wand, some of the ingredients and herbs floating around the classroom. He turned some pages of the book. “I think I know some potions can counter curse, it is merely a temporary measure though. But it might help you to control it.”
He put in 4 pieces of Infusion of Wormwood, added Porcupine quills. Pouring 2 measures of Dragon Blood to the cauldron. Stirring 4 times clockwise, and waved his wand to complete the potions.
“Done.” Professor Parkinson sounds excited. “You see, this type of potion isn’t too hard to make. Right?”
“Ugh……” Claire gave him a confused look. “Can you do it again?”
Moe touched her forehead, grabbed a piece of paper.“May I write it down?”
“Of course,”Professor said, pouring liquid into a potion bottle and handing it to Claire. “Now, drink it.”
Claire looked at the bottle, the potion color was dark blue. She opened the bottle and gulped the lukewarm liquid. Suddenly, she heard a scream of the beast. Her right eye turned back and the feathers were gone.
“I can't believe it actually works!” Claire was surprised. “It tastes disgusting though, but it works. Thank you sir!”
“No problem.” Professor smiled, came to the door. “I'll see you later, Lechat.”
Moe closed the door. “See, professor can help.”
“Yeah, and he keeps calling your name just because your daddy is a professor.” Claire reminded her. “Don't you think this is so uncomfortable?”
“I AM feeling uncomfortable, But what can I do? Straight to tell him not to do that?”
“Duh, is there a better way to tell him to shut his mouth?”
“He's just helped you, can't you be nicer to him?”
“I know, but I just worried about–”
“About what?” Moe looked at her, she couldn't understand what she was mad about.
A pause, Claire sighed. “I don't wanna argue with you anyway, I own you one.”
Moe blushed like a tomato. “It's nothing.”
“I’ll see you later.” She smiled, gazed at her and turned to the other side of the corridor, walking away.
She felt her heart skipping a beat.