Today was the same routine that it had been for the last few months. The rats had already been set up in their little pen and Hermione had begun to brew a potion she’d found near the end of the textbook that she had yet to return to the Restricted Section. At the moment it had a sky blue color peppered through with silvery accents. Though it looked smooth to the touch, when Hermione stirred it, the potion turned thick and lumpy and began to smell like rotten eggs and cupcake frosting.