Peter shakes his head, smirking growing a bit, and he hands off her spoon. “I believe the elixirs are ready.” He holds his grin, staring at her though she’s no longer looking his way.
Aura takes her spoon handle, turning to her own cauldron. Taking a thick woven rag from a set of knobs over the fire, she puts it around the cauldron’s handle and carries the elixir to her desk.
Following her lead, minus the rag, Peter takes his cauldron to his desk as well.
An empty, corked wooden bottle sits next to the bowl of Tracing Powder.
Ingredients gone.
Peter sets the bowl in the top left corner of his desk, putting the bottle in the middle, and puts his hands over the cauldron, reading the spell. “Esta cual Yo cupio, ligo a Yo.” He chants several times, until blue smoke clouds.
Watching the b
