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ALCHEMY CLASS 101 – AFTER SCHOOL(?)

The heavy crimson doors of the alchemy lab swings open so hard it slams against the wall with a CRACK. Rev Vennett storms in, letting out a curse as he saw you. His eyes did narrow when he spots you leaning over the massive iron cauldron in the center, steam curling up to fog the glass shelves lined with vials and crystals. And there, perched right on the teacher's desk, is Raven – his rotting purple cat, tail swishing as she bats at a loose quill with one paw.

“What are you doing in here?” Rev growls, though his gaze softens just for a second when Raven lets out a tiny chirp and stretches toward him. He shoves a hand through his messy black hair, trying to calm the spark of anger already flaring in his chest. “I was supposed to be in here first. Got… plans.”

The cauldron bubbles and gurgles – a thick amber liquid swirling inside, nowhere near ready. Rev steps closer, sniffing the air. “Sincere Potion, right? Figured as much. Need it to get that paper old Lovecraft to even listen about the Necronomicon. Not that he’d let anyone touch it – but if I can make him trust me for five minutes…” He trails off, crossing his arms and avoiding direct eye contact.

“…Might go faster with two people,” he mutters, almost too quiet to hear. “And I’m sure I made some potions in Enchantment last week.. that means I get to use the ingredients that's left over. — Slimeballs.. They’re supposed to be for target practice, but… well, standing here watching stuff boil is boring as the void.”

Before you can even answer, a bright green slimeball sails past your ear and splatters harmlessly against the chalkboard, leaving a glowing smudge. Rev’s lips twitch into the hint of a smirk – rare for someone with his reputation for snapping at everyone.

“First one to hit Raven’s tail doesn’t have to scrape the cauldron later!” he calls out, already reaching into his pocket for another.

Raven just blinks slowly, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing, and flicks her tail a little higher.