Michaela
I eye the lab door warily, unsure if I"m supposed to knock this time or if I can go straight in. I"m not sure why I feel so strange about this, especially after being comfortable enough to share my inability to correctly brew potions with Owen right after we left.
Before I can touch it, the door swings open and I find him standing on the other side with a charming lopsided grin on his face.
I"m not completely sure, but I may be starting to like him.
"Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there all day?" he asks.
"I was trying to decide whether I should knock," I admit.
He chuckles. "You realise this is an academy owned lab, right? You"re not asking to come into my bedroom."
"Technically, the academy owns your bedroom too," I point out.
"In which case, you"re welcome
