My head isn't in pain anymore, mainly because of the elixir inside a bottle that I can identify as an ungodly bitter medicine with a little bit of mint kick at the back. The green bottle is sitting right next to my bed and a glass of water. It's been three days since I am awake in this world, and all I do is wander around my bedroom.
Class is an odd thing, to be honest. Supposedly, according to Rachel, class and people's personality usually matches, and it rarely doesn't. Rachel is an apothecary. Her little quirk is the ability to identify the effect of a chemical easily. Usually, ending her ability to predict the effect of mixing one liquid with another. However, she also has several offensive spells that she showed to me, such as fireballs, or ice spheres that she creates for me.
