*Morgan*

“Ugh,” I groan, putting my head in my hands.

I’m having a day. It’s one of those brewing days where nothing is going right. I can’t even get the simplest of potions to work. I’ve had these days before, and I know that I should just give up, but I’m stubborn.

When this happened to my mother, she would take the rest of the day off and spend it with me at the lake. We didn’t even collect any lemon balm herbs ...