Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Not that lucky.

"No, no," Hermione lectured, stopping Willow's hand. "You're using too much billyroot. The potion won't have a smooth texture-"

"I've made this before. It was fine," Willow muttered, resentful. "I'm a witch too, you know."

"No, not exactly. More like a Muggle who made herself a witch through perseverance," Hermione clarified. "In my world it's different. Witches are born, not made. Otherwise, there wouldn't be Squibs."

Willow stared indignantly.

"Are you saying I'm not a witch? And what did you call me- a Muggle? Is that some nasty sexual term?"

Hermione ignored her, gesturing. " We need ginseng; it's too thick."