and possibly his classmates, if he was lucky.
Oliver pushed the door open and gazed around the dimly lit room.
He was greeted with bubbling sounds, pencils writing and footsteps on the cold stone floor.
hordes of potions were stacked neatly behind glass cases and on wooden shelves, light reflecting off them delicately.
He'd never seen anything like it, he'd been so fascinated with potions growing up, that this sight was so grand and pleasing to him. suddenly he felt nearly all of his nervous energy had been turned into excitement. the corners of his mouth began to tug into a smile.
There weren't a lot of students, Oliver noted. He must have been early.
After gawking around for a few more moments, he planted himself in a desk toward the corner of the classroom. an empty seat next to him and on the desk were a few odd cauldrons and scales.
He settled, placing his potion books to the edge of the desk and readying his equipment.
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