"Don't do that." Hecate said raising an eyebrow. "Give me the respect I deserve, by not faking a smile when I know you are frustrated," She said curtly. "And don't try to tell me you aren't frustrated, I was in your shoes once." She told the girl.

Hecate did not move and watched her cut. "Toss them into the cauldron." Taking another ingredient out of the box she handed it to her. "These seeds are from a plant called Poison Hemlock or Devil's porridge. I want you to dip your pestle in the cauldron, shake it a bit, so it's just wet and not dripping, and crush the seeds into a mush."