Noelle was sitting by a table, a potions book beside her with a paper, that looked as if it had been folded and refolded. Which it had been. She had done this potion three times now. Each more fun than the last.

The potion bottle was sitting on the table and Noelle stared at it. It was almost ready. Only.... 12 more minutes, and then she could put that potion into vials. The vials were already ready too.

She just needed time to go by a little faster.