"This face!" Sim cried, making Madam Brigette shoot him a dirty look. "This face is a work of art. Good art! Feel my chiselled jaw" he offered, snooping at a tray of ingrediants the lady fetched.

"That stinks" he said matter of factly, pointing to a violet coloured paste. Sighing, he looked up at Emilie dejectedly. "Professor Simmons said she's going to give me detention cleaning out the first year cauldrons for a month if I don't hand in my potions notes on Monday. I was hoping I might be able to knock her out, give me enough time to escape or something."