Leonel stared at the window from his room. The moon was at its full peak, stars circling around its lunar beauty beneath the cloudless sky. Under the moonlight, Aranea was probably having the time of her life.
"So, what does a transmutation circle must have in order for a potion to be crafted successfully?"
No response.
"Leonel?" Beau asked, making Leonel snap back from his thoughts. He turned to Beau who was lying flat against the bed, book at hand.
"Oh—I," Leonel sighed. "I don't know. I think I forgot to read about that part." Leonel said, when in truth it was because he was distracted.
"Man," Beau tossed and turned. "I still can't believe myself. I had an upset stomach and everything got ruined. Argh!"
Leonel watched Beau act as if he was writhing in agony. The two of them were now in the wind familiar's room, studying and doing their alchemy homework together.