Finally the apothecary was within walking distance, and there were no more enchanted carriages flying through the bumpy brick roads. Cameron dropped his arm back to his side and added a little distance between them just as a pair of two middle-aged witches gave them a look.
"Everything is a simple brew to you. I, however," he said, snickering at the image that filled his mind, "would be voted mostly to send poisonous fumes into the air during the Potions OWL." At least he could laugh at his own expense. He was just plain awful at Potions, and anyone who tried to convince him otherwise was merely trying to make him feel like less of a failure.
"And I would buy from a healer, but you know how it's been since Maddy's dad married my mum." The eldest of who-knows how many siblings, Alice was also the authority on family matters in Cameron's mind. "I don't like taking allowances from him if I can help it. It feels strange." He gave most of his allowance to Greta instead; to her, Mr. Bell was a good a father as their own.
"Everything is a simple brew to you. I, however," he said, snickering at the image that filled his mind, "would be voted mostly to send poisonous fumes into the air during the Potions OWL." At least he could laugh at his own expense. He was just plain awful at Potions, and anyone who tried to convince him otherwise was merely trying to make him feel like less of a failure.
"And I would buy from a healer, but you know how it's been since Maddy's dad married my mum." The eldest of who-knows how many siblings, Alice was also the authority on family matters in Cameron's mind. "I don't like taking allowances from him if I can help it. It feels strange." He gave most of his allowance to Greta instead; to her, Mr. Bell was a good a father as their own.
