On Saturday morning, when Alistair woke up, the weather outside looked gloomy. He glanced around at the other beds; everyone else was out of the dormitory.
Alistair lay in bed, feeling thoroughly listless, stretched out his hand and looked at it, still sensing no signs of any impending magical surge.
Last night, he had written a letter to his parents and asked his grandfather about some potion ingredients.
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