It was the time of the month when Morwenna felt at her strongest, both in body and mind, which was a crying shame because rather than getting something productive done she had instead been drafted in to oversee potion brewing - why on earth had she told anybody she had a NEWT in the blasted subject?

At least it wasn't the real novices. Morwenna didn't think she possessed the patience to be cleaning up whatever exploded out of their cauldrons, although a cursory glance at the assembled brewers did little to lift her spirits: Merlin, even the oldest of them had to be twenty years younger than she was!

Lifting her wand to her throat Morwenna amplified her voice, having no intention of straining it by shouting, and bid them all to create an antidote to uncommon poisons.

"You may begin."

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat