"I'll have a screwdriver."
Hannah Abbott blinked. Gazed at the bottles and ingredients lined up on the table. Blinked again.
She had a sudden flashback to her fifth year, and her Potions OWL. She had been so nervous she had had to take calming draughts, she had shown up shaking, she had almost dropped the vials, the ingredients, her own wand...
But she had passed. She had mastered her stress and succeeded.
Just as she would today, on her first day on the job at the Three Broomsticks.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reached for the first ingredient in the recipe.
