Noble plucked the ingredients off of the shelves as Ford indicated them, leading to a weird assortment beneath them. Bat wing, standard ingredient, moonstone powder &mdash (not the moonstone powder he was worried about, but the smaller replacement vial he’d purchased for when he tried to figure things out) — and several other familiar vials were assorted on the shelf, in the same rough order as Ford had pointed them out. The longer they were going about this the more curious Noble got — Ford didn’t really know much about potions, so this whole interaction was weird.

He wished his brother had mentioned the ingredient amounts, but the assortment so far were a pretty fair indicator.

The last bit caught him off guard. ”Witches’ ganglion leaves?” Noble repeated, a little s. They were rare — very rare, so while Noble had a small vial around he didn’t know anyone else. ”You’re sure?”

He bent to find the Ws and ran his eyes over the ingredients, finally settling on the right vial. Noble plucked it off the shelf and squinted at it — it was empty. It wasn’t supposed to be empty, and Noble held it up in front of his face, as if doing so would make more of the leaves appear.

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