"a little better." Sara replied. Not near even fifty percent better, but still, a bit. She knew that any of Tracey's potions would be hell to get rid of by any means rather than their own, but she knew that the best chance she would have, outside a teacher, would be Clara and seeing as how at least some of the symptoms seemed to ease, she was right. "The room doesn't feel like a volcano any more...more like an oven, but still...that's about a few...thousand degrees less, yeah?" She tried to make light of the situation in her shallow voice, knowing how serious it could be, but still hated showing any weakness.
Sara lay in silence, staring at the ceiling, her vision still a little blurry as she waited for Clara to finish. When she did, she reached for the offered potion and regarded it for a second before downing it slowly, the liquid hot on the back of her throat, but the spell Clara cast did a decent job of counteracting it.
When she had downed it all, she lay back on her back, watching Clara again with a soft visage as she felt her entire body being warmed by the potion. She gave a thankful smile to the older Slytherin.