I took a deep breath and thought about what I needed, which was something to remove my nausea. For a few heartbeats, I let my stomach roll and churn like the surf after a storm. All right, magic. Please don’t hurt anybody, but show me what I need to use to make this potion. Then I pushed my magic out of me on an exhale. I felt it tingle down my arms, through my fingers, and off my nails. Students gasped. I opened my eyes and stared. Just like before, like at fairy fountain, my magic shot out of me in neon-blue waves across the room in four different directions. Except as my waves hit different stacks, it then crawled up until it circled around four specific individual vials.

My jaw dropped.

Seamus laughed. “I love watching that.”

All at once, the students leapt out from under their worktables with giggles and grins. They gave me a round of applause. My face was on fire. Even more to my surprise, four of the other students climbed up on the ladders attached to the racks to grab the items my magic was signaling for. Seamus waved for me to follow him across the room to where one of the worktables sat open. There was a pretty chalice sitting beside a stack of books and a row of half-empty vials. Rootbeer bounced over to the table and lay down on a fluffy dog bed right beside the wooden stool.

“This is your worktable, isn’t it?”

“Good girl. You can relax.” He petted Rootbeer’s head, then sat on the stool. “Yep, they gave me a designated table against the back wall here so Rootbeer can see the whole room.”

“Here you go.” A blonde girl in glasses sat four bottles on the table and smiled. “Are we safe to continue working now? Or do you need any help?”

“Thanks for bringing these over, Terri. You’re safe to work. We know what her magic will do now but expect to see more of it soon.” Seamus pulled the bottles over toward where I stood beside him. “Not sure if she’ll need help but we’ll let you know if we do.”

“Thank you, Terri.” I smiled and waved as she spun away. Then I turned to Seamus. “Now what?”

He pushed his pale, golden chalice toward me, then opened a notebook. “Now you make that potion while I take notes.”

“Right. Of course. So I just take these four vials and pour them into your chalice—hey, why not a cauldron?”

“Did you get a talisman weapon when you were sorted?”

“Yeah, my sais.”