Rubiey had found refuge in the library. Again. She grabbed the copy of The Art of Potion Making off the shelf. Again. And started to read it. Again. This was becoming a common thing for her; she wanted to be well brushed up on Potions before Lafay's class; she was eager to please the Fierce Potions Maker.
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