There were, in her opinion, few magical remedies that were more efficient than a simple muggle one, but having no professional training whatsoever meant that her opinion was a moot point. Still, Alice was happy to assist Cameron in whatever capacity she could, and happier still to have a private afternoon with him. Sloane took up so much of the group's collective energy that having a quiet moment with either of the boys was always a treat. (This wasn't to say Alice was irritated by Sloane's energy. In fact, she was mildly convinced it was the tiny fireball that kept them all together.)

It was impossible to pay any mind to his speech with his hand on her back. Her brain short circuited, the connections all pulled in a panic of excitement. Only when the apothecary came into sight did she manage a coherent thought. "They're a simple brew," she commented as they approached the shop. Cameron ought to know it, but, like Sloane, he wasn't the most dedicated student. "Doesn't take too long either. Are you sure you don't want to just buy one from a healer? Might be simpler?"