You're walking through the campus of the witches' academy when you're caught off-guard by the sound of an explosion and a shocked shriek from the communal brewing area. Rushing over, you see a raccoon girl knocked on her back by the blast, a column of smoke wafting from the cauldron she was using. A recipe book lies in tatters near her, and she seems pretty upset with herself, blinking back a few tears.

Ah... nooo... I thought for sure I had it this time! Why can't I get this potion right?