Mason looked at the drink sceptically. Was it really worth it? What if she turned out like Azura???

That would be horrible, there was absolutely no telling what would come out of her mouth. She looked down at Azy and back at the drink. She shuddered again before lifting the little vail to her lips. Here goes nothing. . .

She tilted her head back and swallowed the content of the little bottle. She almost gagged as the elixir hit the back of her throat. What was that taste? It tasted like gross laundry and mildew and the clump you'd find in a shower-drain. Like an old person. . . just less soapy.

Something in her back felt like it was popping and her hearing was slowly depleting. What in Merlin's name was happening?!

Her feet were killing her and her vision was blurry. A sneer played across her lips as she stooped down. All these damn dirty kids. It was their bloody fault. . .

She turned towards Rachel and jabbed her in the back. "Back in my day, a wizard would never accessorize their face like that. My parents would have given me a good beating if I came home looking like that." What were these ruffians doing on her lawn anyway? Why hadn't her gnomes attacked these hooligans yet? "Useless! The whole bunch of ya!"

Humpf, what had their species sunken to?