The Lycan Princess & the Lethal Potions Wiz

o ascend and descend to get the best vantage point of his students. "Ana Q'wer Tyuiop," h

tes who were still waiting on their own professor to c

to walk through the walls of Thavma, a feat celebrated by both the lycan kingdom and human territory. An octopus birthmark sat o

w said, waving Liam to bring over an opened, empty wooden chest

the magnet attracting them. Ana herself couldn't help but watched the hovering objects walking with her – a plain gray hippogriff feather, a wrinkly violet leaf called a violé

eings either had to wave their hands or wa

ong, wooden box Liam held. Ana pulled a strand of hair off her head and dropped it in there a

sor's nod, Liam

d when everyone saw a trail of multicolored faery dusts upon the brief flick of her wand. Ana beamed brighter and gave it a second wave

nt, ear wax was used, and after each student had taken

g when a petal from the wolley rewolf came out of its jar and floated around her amongst the other ingredients. When getting her first

es, which Theo and Liam had to catch on time by freezing them in mid-air. Those who walked too slowly had their

ced at this point. Anonymity wasn't something she was blessed with, not even in a w

ls from an evolgxof, and musty red fairy dust sourced from the oldest civilizations drifted toward her. But the i

reached Professor Dnaw, who stared at

Reida wonder how bad an omen were her ingredients. Casting a cursory glan

ly. "No, the results won't differ. The ingredients are never wro

s as a prank," Theo whispered, the insistence

ttered, "Nacs." When nothing happened, he turned to Theo and said, "Afraid n

d even her own cousin seemed concerned. Once Reida collected her wand, she felt exact

moment. I'd like a word with you," Professor Dnaw

had been fixing an icy glare on the gossiping undergraduates to shut them up, now waved his wand at the sh

ng, thumbs hooke

nted nothing more than to burn the fungi in a cauldron. He replayed the scene of the prol

ty space in front of his desk as a chair from the side hopped

sweaty palms, not knowing much about prolégo mushrooms, exce

began, "Are you familiar with prolég

ake of her head, st

k as he began, "It's not a usual ingredient. Fe

, unable to hide her shock. She'd feel special but the atmosphere in t