My knife slips through ginger root, slicing it to the perfect thickness for the potion we"re making. My Grandma taught me how to brew potions, and thankfully, this skill hasn"t abandoned me with the rest. As far as I know, I"m the top of this class.
The cauldron fizzes as I drop it in, emitting the most delicious smell imaginable. I know that"s the point of what we"re brewing, but it still takes me a moment to get used to it.
"Excellent work, Miss Black," Professor Clay observes as he walks past me, sniffing my cauldron. "Needs a bit more work, Mr Chambers."
Ryan scowls at his pot in response, but doesn"t say anything. Once the professor moves on to another table, I can give him a helping hand on the sly. Except that I can"t. I need to avoid any possible contact with him or I"m only goi
