Four
The next day Gran took me down the stairs on our way to the room where we’d create potions. I was disappointed that Lazlo wasn’t with his father in the expansive training area as we passed through. Jordan was doing combat training with a student. He nodded at us as Gran and I walked by. With a wave of her hand, Gran lit up the dark potions room as we entered. The large wooden table in the center was ready for us to unpack the ingredients that Gran had brought with us. Jars of herbs lined the shelves in the room. Along the counter on one side were ornate bottles ready for us to fill with our magic. Once unpacked, Gran and I got to work. Maeve had requested small potions as gifts to the guests as they left the party. She’d ordered one to heighten the user’s charisma, one to allow the
