The Potions Lab was mostly quiet, save for the sounds of spoons tapping against cauldrons, hushed chatter between friends, and the occasional poof! of a magical reaction from their brews. Melona had once again failed to produce any quality concoctions during her potions class, and so she had decided to practice her brewing skills, at least until she could make the most simple of potions. So far, no luck.
She couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. She had all the ingredients she needed, in the right quantities. She was following the textbook to the letter. But somehow, her potion always turned out like something out of a bad horror movie. The results were usually not pretty—mildly nauseating, if it worked at all. Today was no exception. After dumping a new batch of ingredients into a cauldron, the scent of rotting meat filled the air as smoke began to spill from the top.
"Ugh!" Melona exclaimed, pinching her nose shut, "Damn it!"
Then she heard giggles coming from the opposite side of the room. She didn't need to look at who it was, it didn't matter. Everyone here thought she was a laughing stock. A joke. No one ever took her seriously, and she was sick of it.
As she hefted her cauldron off of the burner and carried it to dump out it's toxic contents...
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