He threw himself down into his chair and stared unseeingly at the racks of deadly potions mounted to the walls. A stray thought struck him, "I think it’s time to go bolder. It pains me to realize my mistake was the thought that being subtle was ever going to work. The girl is nothing but pure chaos against my neatly organized plans." He rose to his feet and plucked a vial of concentrated Pyrithione from the rack and pondered the possibilities of introducing the acid into the school’s water supply. His gaze flicked over to the viscous pale yellow solution of Cocamidopropyl betaine and smiled wickedly, "Yes, I think this should do nicely."