 follow me; everything is all right.
The Potions Storeroom isn't locked, as students are encouraged to make use of the common supplies held in this small room. Still, the door is closed and the room is seldom in use when class is not in session. How surprising it must be, then, for those few students in the corridor to see wisps of dark, scented smoke curling from beneath the door.
If you open the door, an even greater surprise: a burst of noise and a rush of hot hair accompany the roiling flames that are suddenly fed by the fresh wash of oxygen from the corridor. The flames climb along the far left wall, sparking with bursts of color as the phials holding ingredients burst in the heat and add their contents to the growing blaze.
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