“I hope no-one remembered to take their Forgetfulness Potion.”

Giggles filled the classroom, and Professor Kita Kitsune scanned the room to find the void her tufted ears identified.

It came in the form of a vacant azure gaze under loosely drifting blonde hair.

She let out a sigh and tapped her rose-engraved instructor’s pendant. “One inbound, Peabody.”

“Affirm,” came a tinny-sounding voice. “One to infirmary, as expected.”

“And this is why you don’t take strange potions,” she warned, feeling ancient. Well, to these adolescents, anything over twenty probably was. “This version was double strength.”

Kita gave a wicked, vulpine grin. “As you’d know if you did the reading and the homework, which said only to take it if it passed the tests. Who can tell me how they knew not to take the potion as assigned?”

“It wasn’t iridescent,” Mikhail answered absentmindedly, still staring at the doodle he was tracing on the desk’s grooves. His shoulders scrunched as he belatedly dropped his graphite stick and raised his hand.

Cleo didn’t bother. “And it smelled faintly of lilacs. Humans shouldn’t be able to discern the scent of this potion when it’s properly brewed.”

“Correct, other than humans with fairy lineage, who will see a golden glow and generally describe the scent as ‘raindrops’ without being able to further describe what they mean.”

Kita nodded approvingly, then gestured to Eric, who’d wandered dangerously close to the open tower window. “If you’d please escort our friend to the infirmary before he falls out?”

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Prompt trade with AC Young this week – go take a peek, over at MOTE!