Isabella Martini - POV
It was a small glass vial, and I had no idea what Minerva expected us to do with this. "So if the undead consumes this potion, then he would be dead in minutes?" Sophia asked as she examined a vial as well.
"Precisely."
"Great, so when are we going to hold a tea party for all of them, Isabella?" Sophia asked me with a raised eyebrow when I shook my head. Well, I did have the same thought as well. I mean, it is nearly impossible to get them to drink this thing.
"Sophia," I warned her, but she turned around to face Minerva.
"Do you have any ideas to get the undead to drink this potion?" Sophia asked Minerva when she nodded her head. She grabbed a vial from the box and placed it on the coffee table before she grabbed something else from her bag.
"What are you going to do with a gun?" I asked her.
