Petra was not very good at practical things. It was one of her more common downfalls. Her mind was always active, always going at what felt like a mile a minute. She was talkative too, sometimes also to her downfall. Growing up in a family of so many siblings, there wasn’t really much room to get a word in edgewise but school provided the perfect opportunity for every single question Petra had to become more than just a thought in her head. She wasn’t sure how anyone felt about that, but it never really occurred to her that anyone found it annoying.

Because she was more thought oriented and less practical, things that required her to do something were difficult. Namely, potions and spells. While she found that spells came easier, potions was hard. She didn’t even like it all that much and it was one of those things that desperately made her wish that she didn’t have to have a magical education. More recently, Petra wished she’d never been born magical at all. But she was and she had to deal with that. And that meant doing well in potions despite the mental block that came whenever she was looking at a list of ingredients.

So as she dropped into a seat in the Practical Lab, the Aquila sighed. Listening to Professor Hier, she was fairly certain that this was a potion they had done the previous year. Maybe? She wasn’t really sure because a lot of potions seemed the same to her and she wished that she could remember better. But she didn’t and that was upsetting. Helena had been good at potions and even Hugo wasn’t bad at it. It seemed like Petra was the only screw up in the magical part of the family sometimes. She wasn’t really paying attention to what the professor was doing when he moved to the back of the classroom, too busy looking at the list of ingredients that made her head spin.

“I can’t do this I’m not smart enough,” she said aloud, brow furrowing as she couldn’t stop what came to mind as she stared at the board. “I don’t know why I’m saying this, it’s not like anyone cares. I’ve got a whole bunch of siblings who aren’t as lucky as me but all I want is to be at home with them.” Petra found that she was becoming increasingly upset, something that was unusual considering how often she normally spoke her mind. But this was stuff she didn’t want to tell anyone. “I don’t want to be here at all!”

Her bottom lip trembled as the twelve-year old fought the tears that wanted to spill down her cheeks. She swallowed though, trying to find her courage to not cry and do her best. She practically sniffled though as she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I’m pathetic,” she said to her partner for this particular class. “I just wish I was better at this wizarding stuff.”