Hecate finished brewing the potion to antidote today's class. The cauldron was bubbling and emitting a nasty smell that made your mouth just want to pucker. She took in the scent and nodded knowing it was perfect. Not that she had any doubts. Hecate was always attentive and a perfectionist when brewing potions. Today she wished she had some sort of recording device. This would be fun. She opened the class door and waited for the students.