Yer a wizard, Rachel

There will be no wand waving or silly incantations in my house, let me tell you. Especially since this was dried ice from our online donut order. But I had fun pretending I was brewing polyjuice potion in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to catch the heir of Slytherin (I am, in fact, a Gryffindor, albeit muggle born). I guess I'll just stick to brewing potions on pottermore and sobbing over my childhood.

Done