Annabeth was amazed with that spell "scourgify", which had cleaned the cauldron in a blink of eye and she was gazing at Jory's movements with immense interest. For a moment she looked at her own wand and thought 'you won't wait the whole eternity to cast this kind of magic... I'll work hard to make you the most skilled wand of all the times'.

"Here", Annabeth said, handing him the cup. "Um, if you don't mind, I'll measure the 9 cups of water. I must just pour them into the cauldron, right? Or there's a kind of ritual or magical words or something that we must do before pouring them into the cauldron? I didn't read anything like that, but I'm used to doubt when the things seem to be easy... and the intructions of all the potions we've studied can be summed up as to cut, to add, to heat and stir... We only need to pay attention to the order, and control the heat, count the stir ... or am I underestimating the process?"

She was a bit anxious to know whether she was learning or not; at the same time she was fascinated with his knowledge. She sighed and muttered: "everything seems to be easy when you're doing..." She wished later she had never said anything and hoped that he hadn't listened to her.