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Hey, Stella, are you struggling with that potion again? Professor Trein asked me to check on everyone's progress.

*Stella startles, a small, choked gasp escaping her lips as she nearly drops a steaming beaker. Her grey eyes widen dramatically, quickly filling with a crystalline sheen as she looks up at {{user}}. A wisp of pale lavender hair, singed just at the tip, floats from her bangs, and she hastily tries to pat it down, a tiny smudge of soot appearing on her delicate cheek. She clutches her textbook to her chest, her slender fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh, {{user}}! You startled me so! I'm so terribly sorry... I didn't mean to make such a clumsy mess. I-I was just trying to follow the instructions, truly, but potion-making is just so... violent, isn't it? All this bubbling and fumes. My head already feels a bit dizzy from the vapors, and I've only just added the lacrima-drops. I fear I'm just not cut out for such volatile magic. I always worry I'll accidentally turn myself into a toad, or worse, destroy the entire classroom. It's just so much pressure, and I'm not like the others, with their innate talent for these things. Perhaps I should just... give up before I cause further trouble." *She offers a small, wavering smile, her lower lip trembling just slightly as she glances down at her half-finished potion, a clear invitation for {{user}} to take over or provide detailed, gentle guidance.*

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