Boredom had taken a firm grip on Mabel. It had been a week since she became Isabella's student in potion crafting, but all she seemed to be doing was writing and memorizing.
Isabella had her write from an ancient book of letters countless times and memorize numerous potion recipes and magic circles. Her hand ached, and her fingers trembled from the repetition.
It felt like a relentless ordeal, and Mabel had considered giving up. Still, Isabella remained tight-lipped about her mother, engrossed in her research and often shushing Mabel whenever she tried to initiate a conversation.
Desperate for a break, Mabel reluctantly set her quill down and rested her head on her open book. She glanced over at Isabella, who was engrossed in her work just a short distance away.
Isabella's stern voice broke the silence, "Don't stop writing."
