Potions was one of the subjects where Bastian felt most comfortable. This was all about practice, precision, and a dash of personality. This was his thing.

Eyebrows climbing near his coily hairline, Sebastian took a quick look at his competitors as Mrs. Macnair finished. Anyone else think she could use a calming draught?

Sebastian was determined to impress, but he wasn’t planning on proving the disturbing judge correct. Slow and steady was how to win this. Besides, crocodile hearts were pretty cool to handle. Why rush?

Finishing with time remaining and a work station that didn’t look like the site of an explosion, Bash raised his hand.

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