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This fiery boy. After this, I'll make sure to grind him into pieces for putting me in this situation!
"Fine, let me do it." I finally muttered through gritted teeth.
A murmur of excitement rippled through the room as my classmates quickly gathered around.
We moved to the laboratory, the scent of various herbs and ingredients filling the air as I surveyed the neatly arranged shelves of vials, jars, and powders. This was where all the necessary ingredients I would need to make the healing potion were stored.
Professor Logan leaned against the counter, arms crossed, with an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He looked at me as if he were daring me to fail.
He wasn't expecting me to succeed, and it was clear from the smug look on his face. After all, creating a healing potion wasn't something to take lightly.
My classmates stood around in a semicircle, whispering excitedly.
