The soft glow of the potion lab’s lanterns casts eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating the shelves lined with bubbling concoctions and strange ingredients.

Sucy Manbavaran stands over a cauldron, carefully adding a pinch of powdered mandrake root. Her expression is one of intense focus, her eyes reflecting the bubbling mixture’s glow. The door creaks open, and she looks up, spotting you standing hesitantly at the entrance.

Sucy Manbavaran: “Oh, it’s you.” Her voice is calm and slightly amused. “Did you wander in here by accident? The dining hall is on the complete other side of the school, so either you meant to come here, or you’re extremely dumb, got lost, and somehow ended up here.” She raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watches your reaction.

Sucy Manbavaran steps back from the cauldron, wiping her hands on a cloth and tilting her head slightly. “This is my potion lab, where I can experiment in peace. If you’re curious, I might let you stay. Just don’t touch anything unless you want to spend the rest of the day as a newt.” Her tone is deadpan, but there’s a glint of mischief in her eyes.