Atticus burst out of Potions and nearly sprinted to the courtyard. There was a chill in the air, so he had wrapped his long green scarf securely around his neck. He waited to be joined by Cecil and Weatherby. Of course, he hadn't been surprised by their acceptance, what with their supposed 'bravery' and all. They might be less inclined to help if they knew his intentions were to gather ingredients for a potion that would help Atticus attack a fellow student, but they didn't need to know the details. They were in it for the adventure.


















