After dripping the egg white into the small bowl of hot water, Jace kept his eyes on the gooey substance as it slowly turned opaque and turned into the shape of a...what is it even? The Ravenclaw had to sit down and take a moment to figure out what it was, given that he struggled in the ‘creative’ department.

The egg white finally made a form, and Jace had to stare at it for a while. Jace cradled the side of his face in his hand as he propped his elbow on the table, obviously in deep thought. Midway through his cheek-tapping, the thirteen year old stopped and drew the shape on a piece of parchment. “A...fork?” he muttered as he compared his drawing to the shape.

Satisfied with his result, Jace went on to flip his book open to see what it meant.