“Lucky?” Heidi inquired, not looking up from her work. She shrugged. “I suppose.” Glancing over at Heidi, she regarded her silently for a moment. “It seems that most people have something that others would consider they were lucky to have.” The comment seemed pointed, but Tracey left it vague.
“Well, it takes practice. But, there are some people, like Longbottom who couldn’t brew a Potion to save their life.” Shrugging, Tracey seemed rather dismissive. “Potions is an art that not everyone can master.”
“I will show you a trick,” Tracey said, setting down her mortal and pestel. Reaching for Heidi’s hand, she took it lightly by the wrist and turned her hand so it was open and facing up. Taking a vial of immolation oil, she put two drops in Heidi’s open hand.
“All right, we need to rub it just enough to get hot without it catching fire,” Tracey said nonchalantly. Taking one finger, she rubbed it over Heidi’s palm until it started to smoke. “Now but your hand through the leek powder…driest powder you can possibly get is like this.”