Nefretiri
"This is… a lot," Miranda was scanning over the memory potion, her expression telling me she was having difficulty taking it in. "I don't know if I can help you with this… I mean… I'm only in college. I don't know half of what I need to do this, and… it's magic."
"Don't allow the word magic to get in the way," Robert offered, sitting with Miranda, Rory, and the teens. I hadn't let them see Black Coral yet. That was the last thing I'd show them. "Potion making is science taken to a different level."
"But… this is supposed to do something impossible," she argued, her mind still fighting against her.
"We eat impossible for breakfast," I mutter with a smile. "Robert's right. Magic is a catch-all word. Besides, you're awake. You're able to see the world differently."
