Finnian was slightly (no, that was an understatement) disappointed that there was only one woman in their bracket, as he was certain that the others had far more. Mrs. Bones was even in one of them, though she was a professional, and although Finnian had one his bracket of the competition last year, he was not so cocky as to put himself through humiliation just to be in the same bracket as her.
Instead, he returned to the novice bracket, where he would be brewing a... cure for boils. Exciting. He rolled his eyes as the simplicity of it all; perhaps he should have joined the hobbyists after all.
He brewed his potion with diligence (which was more than could be said about the work he did in other areas of his life) and stepped back upon completion.
Instead, he returned to the novice bracket, where he would be brewing a... cure for boils. Exciting. He rolled his eyes as the simplicity of it all; perhaps he should have joined the hobbyists after all.
He brewed his potion with diligence (which was more than could be said about the work he did in other areas of his life) and stepped back upon completion.
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