Cassana Rose took her Potions classes very seriously. She took her classes with as much seriousness as the plague. No not just any plague either; the Bubonic Plague. Yeah she took it that seriously. She planned on becoming a Potioneer once she graduated and she was proving herself to be a very proficient Potioneer in her classes. She couldn't help the way she felt about Potions. She just loved the subject and everything that surrounded it. She loved reading about famous Potioneers and how they got there, she loved making Potions, and even enjoyed Herbology more because of her deep fascination with Potions.
Her parents weren't as peachy keen on Cassie going for this career.
Her mother owned a beauty product company and her father owned a music label that was very well known back in America. Besides that both of her families were well off and apart of the higher echelon of society because of her 'blood status'. She didn't quite get all that mumbo jumbo but whatever. Blood purity was redundant in the scheme of things anyway. The way she saw it blood purity meant absolutely nothing if you were suffering from a 'muggle ailment' which a lot of people did go through. She knew a fair amount of witches and wizards who had cancer whenever she visited the cancer ward to see her cousin, Emile. Emile was a pureblood witch with muggle ovarian cancer at 21; her mother found this heartbreaking even if it was unfortunate. Still Emile was getting married in the December of the upcoming year and that was her job in life. It was also the job that Idna and Macen Rose wanted for Cassana.
Yeah, that would happen around the same time as pigs flying with wings made from cotton clouds wearing togas of the finest Chinese silk eating hot dogs and tossing around footballs.
So never basically.
Cassie took her studies very seriously and so when her Potions History Professor asked about the creators of the Strengthening Potions, she didn't even other raising her hand. Her professor knew just how loquacious she could be and totally unapologetically talkative too.
"Actually, I mean I hate to be the one to say it but despite all of Potioneer Smithson's notes detailing the help of his maid, Quinta Palermo, it can't really be said that she was a creator of the modern day Strengthening Potion." Cassie declared shrugging her shoulders. "Quinta was just an assistant."
The class was silent, most of them just rolling their eyes. A fair amount of the other Potioneer's found the class to be B-O-R-I-N-G.
Well silent save for a scoff, the worldwide sound of disapproval if not complete disbelief or skepticism.
"Excuse me?" Cassie swirled around in her seat trying to find who made the nose, feeling anger at the idea that she was wrong in one of her favorite classes, "wanna add your two cents in?" She didn't know who she was addressing but she had a very good idea of who.
