"That would be a really unsafe decision on his part," she responded. "There wouldn't have been enough ingredients for everybody in the whole world to live off it. Plus, it was a really unsafe invention." Case in point...Voldemort wanted control of it. Anything that man had wanted was bound to be a disaster just waiting to happen. Not to mention the fact that people aren't meant to live forever. You just can't fight with fate and expect to win. Flamel was a smart man. He knew that.

Anyway...

Isla left her seat to collect the poster board and some ink. An activity sounded fun, even though she wasn't sure what they were going to do with all this if it didn't involve drawing. The first year returned to her seat, laid out her materials, and waited for whatever this was to begin.