Hester stood in the apothecary, ignoring the smell. She gazed at the cauldrons, wondering what sort of things she would get to brew at Hogwarts. Potions... It sounded like such an exciting subject. She couldn't wait to get started.
Sh ran her fingers over the edges of the cauldrons. She was only allowed pewter, but they sold platinum!
Oh, the day when she could have a platinum cauldron.
She smiled, daydreaming. She would graduate Hogwarts with flying colours, of course. And then she would get her self some well paying job. She had heard of the ministry of magic; perhaps she would get a job there...
She was exhausted from the travelling and the excitement, and she almost drifted off to sleep against the stack of cauldrons.
