From the class of Ravenclaw to you, good sir, good night.

Sorry for being late.
And not putting your cauldrons back in the right places.
And accidentally turning you into an iguana.
And stubbornly trying to follow outdated books over your advice.
And not paying attention to my own potion to critique others on their bad decisions. That's what you were there for.

Now I got to go, someone is making an onion potion in here.

 kitcoon
 Wayward