It took a few minutes, but after them, Austin realized what everyone was talking about. His stomach felt queezy, and the people throwing up didn't help it. But the worst of it all was his head. He had a massive headache, and he was grateful for the dim lights of the dungeons. Suddenly, it seemed, his senses were aware of everything. He could hear every time the students next to them stirred their potion, and there seemed to be an odd smell of rotten eggs.

The teen pulled his knees up and rested his head in between them, hoping to drown out some of the noise. Sadly, it didn't work, because he could hear yelling. Something about a special ingredient? Or was it a standard ingredient? Why was there so much noise? What was going on? All he wanted was the noise to stop, and for his head to stop hurting. But everything that was going on just brought a ringing to his ears. He covered his hands over them in an attempt to drown things out. If this was what diluted poison felt like, he dreaded the day he'd ever have to take the real thing.