“It is not my fault.” Xavier said frankly, “I wasn’t the one that caused the explosion.”
“Ye tried to make dragon’s tonic in the school lab. Since when are the Academy’s labs prepared to handle something like that?!” Faldur retorted.
“For once I agree with the oaf.” Alvor added, a short smirk going across his face.
“Damn elf! Give me that already. I’ll mop, you go organize the vials and be quite about it.”
Xavier turned to Faldur, “He never stops does he?”
“Aye, elves aren’t known for teamwork.”
“I still don’t know why we are being forced to clean the lab? I was just following the experiment.”
“Well then yer even dumber than ye look. Purple smoke doesn’t come from Sinterfang Oil.” Faldur clarified.
“I think I just heated it too long.”
“Next time let me do the brewing.” Alvor said from across the room.
“Either way this room is not going to clean itself…” Xavier said reluctantly.
The teacher looked down into the class room from the over-hanging balcony. He was observing the students, making sure that they were carrying out their assignment. However, he couldn’t help but get lost in thought.
These students… They are such gifted alchemists—when they chooses to follow the instructions. I’m going to have to make a point to start tutoring them individually. The boys are trying to advance too quickly and perhaps some lessons could help them—safely—make some of the progress they are desiring.