Chapter 48 The Student Who Sold My Secret

The back corner of the alchemy courtyard smelled of burnt sage, sulfur, and absolute guilt.

"I didn't mean any harm, Iris! I swear on my mother's cauldron!" Barnaby, a second-year potion-brewing student with ink-stained sleeves and messy red hair, squealed as I backed him against a stone archway.

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