“Marvelous,” Margo echoes with eyebrows raised and a smile on her face. “It gets the job done, I guess.” Personally, she would have rather done without missing an eye all those months just to get her very own Super Eye.

“I make potions of my own, but for different reasons,” She explains. The apothecary would just be a health food store if it weren’t for Margo’s magical talents. “Did you teach yourself how to mix potions?” Margo asks, purposely avoiding the issue of the Manuscript.