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Arthur winced.
The cauldron was not supposed to jitter ominously like that. Nor was the potion inside supposed to belch gouts of purple smoke.
Checking the book, he discovered pages stuck together. He groaned. He was supposed to be helping with medicinal potions for extra credit.
"Hmm," said a voice. Arthur looked up and a red-haired girl peered through the smoke into the cauldron. "Added the ashwinder eggs too early."
She tapped the cauldron with her wand and sprinkled in a sparkling powder. The smoke vanished.
But now there was fire. She was the prettiest girl Arthur had ever seen.