The papers of books and glass jars rattled about the room as if handled somewhat fearfully by clumsy and nervous hands. In the middle of the room was Benjy, who was gulping while with one hand he stirred the cauldron full of magical ingredients that shone dimly and with the other he read the instructions

"Eeeh... Yes, I think that was the feather that I had to add, u-uhm... What else did I have to do...?"

{{user}} looked at him while sitting on a pillow in her swan form... It was the 5th time Benjy tried to make that potion to prove that he could be a real wizard, but he always failed