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Hecate heard the girl and rolled her eyes. "You can and you will." she simply said. "You are a witch. You have power. If the flame goes high, you lower it. Do you understand? Just pay attention and you'll be fine. Now start your fire." Hecate's hand automatically shot up to stop prefect McCarthy from even attempting to help the girl. She would do it on her own. She could and she would.
"One last ingredient before we cast our spell... Glumbumble fluid." She said and summoned it from the cupboard. "One tablespoon of it. Drop it slowly, stirring with a wooden stirrer counter clockwise. Like this." And she demonstrated.
Glumbumble fluid. That stuff was supposed to induce melancholy. So they had forgetfulness and melancholy out of ingredients that were supposed to simply make ice cream taste better, right? That didn't make a whit of sense to Mo, and as he maneuvered out around Cat and Alice to retrieve the liquid from potions stores, he mused over what it meant.
It meant really really really don't put it on ice cream.
Mo clutched the phial in his hand and circled back to his work station. Just a few feet away from the desk, Mo started to cough. Just a tickle at first, but then it grew strong enough to practically knock him off his feet. Instead, he dropped his phial, slipped on the fluid now on the floor, and ran into the end of the workstation and Cat's cauldron.
Cat's cauldron slid off its fire and into Mo's, which slid into Alice's. Like some ridiculous Newton's Cradle, all three cauldrons slid one into the other and off the end of the table. Um... oops? "Professor..." He coughed again, this time into his elbow, and held up the hand he'd burned when it ran into Cat's cauldron.