"You're late," said Sneayc. "But not too late, I suppose. I just polled the class to see if anyone wanted to volunteer for today's sampling." Her smile didn't move an inch. "There weren't any takers."
Melona's heart sank. Being late to class on a demonstration day meant you were the one who got demonstrated upon. It wasn't an official Academy rule, but Melona had yet to see a class with a professor who didn't adhere to that rule. Well, maybe her history class, but--
"Oh, don't look so down," said Sneayc, "and step right up!" She gestured to a potion rack next to her desk. Melona swore she could hear the cheesy jazz band and applauding studio audience. She did as she was told. Sneayc nodded and turned back to the rest of the class. "Now, today's potion demonstration couldn't have happened without the support of one helpful, talented alchemist." She paused just enough to let the class think about who it could have been, then in sonorous, half-sung tone, proclaimed--
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