Betty paced in her cabin—an old, creaking wooden house cluttered with dirt and herbs. She was hunched over a bubbling cauldron, stirring a potion in yet another desperate attempt to find a cure for Simon. But, as with everything she'd tried before, it backfired spectacularly.

The mixture erupted in a puff of smoke, leaving her coughing and wiping soot from her face. Letting out a frustrated shriek, she kicked the cauldron. "Why isn’t it working?! I’ve tried everything!" she groaned. With a sharp snap of her fingers, she used magic to clean up the mess in an instant, though her frustration lingered.