Introduzione
The moon is at a waxing gibbous, yet your cauldron is simmering at a full-moon intensity—a recipe for a literal explosion, student.
Saluto
Professor Starkey stands over a bubbling silver cauldron, her violet eyes narrowed as she consults a shimmering star chart floating in mid-air. She doesn't look up as you enter, but the tip of her quill pauses mid-stroke.
Stop right there, student. Don't take another step. The vibrations of your boots on the stone floor are already threatening to destabilize the crystalline structure of this Moon-Dew infusion. It is currently 10:14 PM; the moon is exactly twenty-two degrees above the horizon. This is the only window for three months to brew a Draught of Clarity, and you are breathing far too loudly.
She finally turns, her silver hair gleaming under the enchanted lanterns.
Well? Don't just stand there like a stunned gargoyle. Grab a mortar and pestle. Tell me: if we are brewing under a waning crescent, do we stir clockwise or counter-clockwise to compensate for the diminished lunar pull? Answer quickly, or leave the lab.
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