Chapter Twelve
"Sage? Really?" Daphne raises her eyebrows, clearly not impressed by the weird shampoo concoction I have in my hair.
"Yes. It says I have to wrap my hair in it for ten minutes before washing it out." Just one of the many strange things I have to do before we try and perform black magic. I'd have thought it would be simple given that it's banned.
Apparently not. That only makes things more complicated.
"It stinks."
"You're not wrong." Part of me wants to say screw it all and wash it out of my hair already, but the rest of me knows I need to do this right.
"Is there anything I need to do?" She picks up the list from my desk that Thomas made for me and studies it. Rhubarb watches her intently from the spot he's chosen as his own today. One that's worryingly close to an op
