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Potions wasnt one of her best subjects back at Ilvermorny, she knew enough to tell potions apart by a glance or by smell... because she wanted to become a healer... sometimes potions came without labels so you had to have other ways to tell them apart if you didn't make it yourself.

Ophelia was humming softly to herself as she walked, feeling a lot better then she had been that morning, brown eyes where full of life and emotion compaired to the quite and almost grumpy girl form this morning and last night at the feast. Some of her house mates asked her how here day was going.

"OK, still can't understand how you all find your way with out a map." She said rubbing the back of her deep orange head. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, feeling the fabric that was a bit thicker then she was used to.