Camille might have been a little too happy to not have been placed in a group with her sister. The very idea of competing against her sister sent shivers down her spine. If she had won, Holly would hate her. If she had lost, Holly would never have let her hear the end of it.

A cure for boils was the potion that they were to make. Briefly scrunching her nose at the thought of boils, Camille reminded herself that this was a cure for them in order to help focus. Getting the ingredients needed, she worked quickly. Even if her sister wasn’t here, she certainly wanted bragging rights. Especially if Holly lost in her own group.