With one minute to spare, Kento and I raced back into class, my shoes squeaking across the linoleum.

Mrs. Powell cleared her throat. "I'm glad everyone was able to gather their ingredients. Now, what potion will be made from them?"

A few students raised their hand while I laid out the items we'd found across the tabletop.

"Zoey?" Mrs. Powell asked. "Any guesses?"

My whole face heated. I had no idea about any of it. "Is this something ...