September 15th, 2026
It was an amid blessing to Vale that despite her newfound changes, she was still able to read books, to an extent. She'd have been in hysterics, of course, if she could no longer taste and smell the papery refines (assuring that nobody would catch her in such an instinctive act), but apparently her most important sense, according to many scholars and adults surrounding her, was her eyesight. Her access to the restricted section of the library for her personal potions studies was thankfully still available, but now she had to make more use of larger-print book versions.
Apparently threatening and blackmailing students to read some texts back to her wasn't a 'tolerable ploy to partake in'. Abet an enjoyable leisure for any Ashwood of Vale's age to partake in. And thus, via a house elf or two that happened to work the wondrous library, came to be one of the more useful resources for her to use. Stacks of books littered her newly reserved table. Her face was obnoxiously shoved into one of the many large-printed books she requested for. She sniffed the pages. Newer edition. Dust not even yet settled between its toned papers. Newer means updated content, usually.
Finally, Vale went to reading the contents about foreign potions that failed in equally foreign lands. Perhaps it was a better idea for her to have studied such a subject before she went along with her own form of experimentation that failed at an unimaginable, grand scale. But a beginning failure is always a principle to a final success.
Vale's black, signature nails tapped away at the pages before they hurried to flick through to another in mere seconds. One thing Vale realized is that she could no longer read cursive writing. Such a charming style it was, it was her special style of signature even. But it made many years of her notes no longer viable. She had to get all her notes transcribed into a plain, basic font. And a feather can only ever work so fast along with a wand before summer would end.
Now here she was, writing in haste to replace old notes with new, updated content where simple transcription of a font could not fix. New information required new learning after all. And in Vale fashion, she was much too stubborn to go slack with her advanced studying. Whom else could anyone go to for any specific information regarding potion ingredients and their chemical procedures that explain their behavior in combined formulas? The Potions Professor? A secondhand source of knowledge! An Ashwood could not afford not to be the best in all things potions. It is their very livelihood! And without that, they would not be alive-
Vale twisted her head up, scanning her environment with a serpent-like behavior before she squirmed away to another side of her table to quickly pick up a heavy, impossibly large book to lift closer to her chair with a noted 'hmph!'. It fell, a muffled noise thankfully. With equal haste, she pulled the book open and scanned its contents quickly. She had to rub her eyes, fixing her contact lenses to prevent an oncoming headache from the burning white light that now takes most of her daylight vision.
Oh.
She missed an entire section of formulas. Her notes shall be off by a page.
Vale made a quiet scream of frustration, only so thankful she had completed her OWLs with less difficulty. And back to her frantic writing she returned, ripping through pages to find where she had likely gone wrong.
@Della Barfield
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Fearless ✳ Poison Resistance ✳ Terrible Presence ✳ Prodigal Potions Learner ✳ Restricted Potions ✳ Blindvision ✳ 7th Year Ability
Stamina 10 ✳ Evasion 12 ✳ Strength 5 ✳ Wisdom 15 ✳ Arcane 8 ✳ Accuracy 15
Note: Vale has applied achromatopsia, making her blind. She wears special contact lenses to help her see. 
