55. Egg on
November 17, 2051
Aged: 22 years, 7 months

Brown hair disheveled, eyebrows slightly singed, tongue poking out. Art's first year as a qualified potioneer was interesting. "An egg... an egg? W-why a-am I adding an e-egg?" Art flippped open his notes and saw that there was an egg involved. No, he wasn't adding the egg.
"P-place the l-lid of the cauldron a-and crack an egg on it." Art was past the point of doubt when it came to Potions. Curiouser and curiouser yet were many of the instructions. He put the lid on his golden cauldron, carefully cracked the egg, and plonked it on the lid. "No-now what?"