Duncan
I quietly knocked upon Lane’s door again. I had been trying to get her help with the memory potion for Chloe as it was struggling to get it right. I had only spoken to her about twice before.
As I was about to give up and walk away, the door opened a bit and I saw Lane’s face peek out. She smiled sadly at me.
“Hello Duncan,” she said softly. “How’s the potion coming along?”
“Not well I’m afraid,” I said. “I’ve tried three times and they’ve failed each time. I can’t get them to turn the right color. I’ve done each step perfectly; I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Did you use all fresh ingredients?” She asked.
“Yes, I picked them myself,” I said.
“And you let it simmer for exactly twelve hours and cool for twelve hours?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I eve
