ninth potion made (or not)
[Given the impending battle, Phoebe knew that she had to do something else to help. She may not have active powers, but she still knew how to brew a mean potion. Or... so she thought. She's added a kitchen to her room and has been attempting to make potions all morning. The problem is that none of them seem to be turning out right. The first two fizzled out and went flat and this one... well... the journal is blown open by an explosion.
BOOM!
Phoebe coughs and stares at her kitchen from across the room where she was thrown]
What the hell? I'm positive that was right!
((ooc: Someone just discovered her loss. Open over the journal or if anyone in the Ira tower wants to come see what all that ruckus is. Replies will come when I get back from work))
BOOM!
Phoebe coughs and stares at her kitchen from across the room where she was thrown]
What the hell? I'm positive that was right!
((ooc: Someone just discovered her loss. Open over the journal or if anyone in the Ira tower wants to come see what all that ruckus is. Replies will come when I get back from work))