What's the worst that could happen?

"I need air" Anberine said weakly as she walked away from Merlia and Morgana, grabbing her bag she opened the door and didn't look back leaving some of them surprised at how she would refuse so quickly.

"She does have morals" Marcus said catching the girls' attentions "her aunt had taught her to never use magic as a way of getting revenge since it would never solve anything"

"But we need her to help make it, she's the best potion maker we know and we'll most likely ruin it" Helga said with a weak withered look, frowning Perceval watched them.

"Stop using her to help get ahead, we're smart aren't we?" Mordred said as he now stood beside Perceval, Helga and Morgana stared at him in surprise.

"We made it this far so why are we using her to get ahead? Why don't you study harder like the others are doing as well?" Mordred added in a semi scowling tone.

The pair remained quiet before smiling after what seemed like an hour and nodded.

"You're right, thanks Mordred" Morgana beamed causing Mordred to narrow his eyes.

"Don't turn it into a habit" he muttered before looking away grudgingly, not that it deterred the girls. Even Merlia smiled at the kind boy who despite being quiet most of the time had such a heart.

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At the same time Anberine was left in a conflicted state as she pulled her bag strap close to her right cheek, she didn't like this. It would end badly she could feel it in her bones.

It was going to get ugly once the spell broke and the worst part was that she couldn't make it unless she wanted him bothering even more. It was bad enough he tormented her cruelly but even if he somehow became affected by the curse it would be all from it's influence.

His words and action would just not mean anything, even she knew that it would not remove the pain he had caused if she somehow allowed herself to believe what he was saying.

The feelings he had would not be genuine and would only just leave her more resentful, yes it would be helping her friends but it would not give her sense of breaking free from the pain as he would be everywhere she would rather he did not show up.

Hearing a series of sword clashing noises nearby she turned to see the prince locking swords with his opponent who was a brown haired teen, before she could move she watched the prince send the opponent to the floor after tripping the brown haired boy to the floor with a feint move.

Wiping sweat Skye smirked before noticing a blank look on Anberine's face, a cruel smirk formed on his face that caused her eyes to go wide at how he mouthed a few words that made her bristle in anger.

Narrowing her eyes she turned her head and clenched her fists by sides, her mind thanks to this made itself up.

'I think it's about time he learns a lesson or two, not like he cares about anyone except himself anyways so the spell would work without any issues' Anberine said as she stormed over towards the storeroom she had left only to see no one, part of her was surprised to see that they had left and yet she felt relieved at the fact she could gather her thoughts.

Remembering the book in her bag she took it out and began to flip through the yellowish-white pages until she saw what she was looking for.

'What's the worst that could happen?' she pondered as she looked at the title of the page- 'Love Curse' below the title showed a brief explanation about the potion and the ingredients to make it.

'Besides, it's about time he learns a lesson or two about suffering' she looked at the page before taking a blank page from her notebook and began writing the steps and ingredients down.

Some of ingredients could easily be found in the store cupboards while some ingredients were very rare to come by and the chances of finding such things were very slim.

However she was glad that this wasn't going to be her problem since she'll be only handing them the paper of instructions.

Once done she slipped the books back into her bag and folded the written paper into her black baggy trouser pocket, folding a lock of her starlight hair she walked out the room briskly as to avoid attention.

The semi empty hallways always did leave her uneasy as someone could always jump out and cause problems.

Even after gaining the idea to get even Anberine remained on edge in case the prince did show up thanks to the fact he saw her outside at the courtyard, just that would often lead to misfortune but to her relief no one was around as she arrived at Merlia's room.

Knocking politely she entered the room and fished out the paper.

"Here's the potion ingredients, follow the instructions and you'll have him falling in love with you instantly" Anberine said to the now shocked group.

Helga's eyes lit up with glee as she ran towards her friend, squealing with delight at how Anberine was willing to help. Curious as to what changed her mind Perceval noticed her jaw was slightly clenched signalling that it was the prince who had upset her once more.

"So when can you make it?" Morgana asked as she looked at the paper with intrigued eyes, Anberine blinked in surprise.

"Make it?" Anberine asked in alarm "Morgana I can't make it otherwise he won't fall in love with any of you, the potion clearly states if you want the target to fall in love with you then you would have to make it otherwise-"

"Yeah yeah Anbery, please! it's not safe if we make it and you know what we're like" Morgana pouted as she stared at Anberine who was left stunned at how her friends were now making her do it.

"We should listen to her Gana" Perceval said seeing the worried look on Anberine's face, that and thanks to their Potion teacher's warning about the Love curse left him slightly worried. What if it did mess up? Then how could they fix it? T

hey could get exposed and the worst part is that the king would not hesitate to sell them out and kill them for enchanting his son.

"But the ingredients are rare!" Morgana said, curious Merlia took a look at the instructions and ingredients. A gasp left her lips and flashed them a look.

"Sorry Anberine but you really need to help us make it" Merlia said shocking Mordred who now took a peek at the paper, his face went pale at how some of them would be extremely rare to find even if they did somehow gain half the ingredients.

"You're the best potion's maker we know and the last thing we need is for us to mess up" Anberine groaned weakly at how quickly they were giving up.