Finally, Violet went to her room and stumbled through the door.
Sara was studying with her headphones on. She glanced over at Violet, but Violet gave her a thumbs-up to show she was okay. Sara nodded, then went back to her work.
Violet collapsed on her bed, thinking she would quickly fall asleep, but her mind was racing. She sighed, rolled over to the edge of her bed, and felt underneath for a couple of more useful books on witchcraft she had been able to get her hands on.
Potions didn't need to be brewed using witchcraft. Anyone could cook up a potion. It was just a matter of having the right ingredients and knowing what you were doing. That meant it could be anyone. They didn't need to believe in the supernatural world; they could just have a crush on Carl and come across some informa
