Alice stirs the necessary ingredients into her cauldron, her olive green eyes glowing with pride. She isn't always the type to preen herself like this but she has to admit that she's done a damn good job.

Her spellbook floats lazily to her right, open to the correct page and filled to the brim with notes in its margins. A quick wave of her hand brings it closer, and she peers at its texts, brushing her golden hair to the side.

"Oh, bullocks." She curses, "Be a dear and pass me the mugwort."