Molly's movements were frantic and hurried. She yanked the cabinet open, causing bottles and jars to collide with a sharp, jarring clatter.
Her hands rummaged wildly among the potions, her eyes filled with anxiety and vexation.
After finding the sobering potion, Molly hurried back to the sofa. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, every exhale carrying the lingering heat of unvanquished anger.
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