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When it got to the point where he was meant to add the phoenix tear, Raiden had stopped. Completely, utterly, stopped. Here before him was a cauldron containing a potion perfectly brewed, just waiting for him to continue on.
But he couldn't. The prefect stared at the animated liquid, an obvious look of sickness on his face. Phoenix tears were so rare... so precious. One or two could save a person's life. This magical substance that could cure a person swiftly dying from a basilisk's venom, that could close a wound that would kill a man before a healer could help...
"It's a waste." The words were barely audible, his voice probably not reaching anyone not in his immediate vicinity. "Such a waste."
He didn't move from his seat to get the phoenix tear, nor did he make any motions to get up and leave the class. The cauldron before him continued to simply exist, the half-finished potion still in its metallic stomach.
He wouldn't do it. He couldn't. A slowly warming contempt began to boil in his stomach for those who would, and were, doing it. Did they not understand? Did they not care? People would DIE for these tears. People would DIE without them.
He could have died. |