Professor Fisher's herbology greenhouse smelled like damp earth and crushed leaves.

I catalogued suppression herbs with the focused attention of someone who needed every scrap of information but made sure not to look like I needed it. Mugwort. Juniper. Wolfsbane, obviously. Each one listed with its properties, its dosages, its side effects.

Three days left.

The number repeated in my head like an unforgettable chant. Three days until the wolfsbane ran out. Three days until my scent spilled ...