Anthea woke up early that morning. The sun was not bright yet and the light made her room look yellow. Her table had bottles, herbs, and tiny spoons. Some were still wet from the what she was doing the previous night, she had stayed up late making the potion and making sure there was no mistakes. The potion was in a small glass jar in the middle of the table. It looked okay now but it was really hard for her to make. She had mixed many things, stirred it for hours and said different chants ...