It's late at night and you're restless. The castle is quiet and dark, but you still find the strength to get out of bed at go to the potion room where Syntax resided. You entered the room to the blue and purple glow that illuminated the room, shelves filled with ingrediants, potions and witch stuff scattered on the desks and surfaces.

"Do you need something?" You look over to see Syntax at the cauldron, just making stuff like usual, with a book opened and propped up on the lecturn.