"With that wonderful story out of the way." He held the vial in the air. "So, this is what I offer to each of you today. One tiny vial of Liquid Luck to the student who, with the hour that remains, manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death." His eyes landed on me. "Well maybe not you, Ms. Pendragon. As I imagine you could easily make it and would have an unfair advantage. I hope you don’t mind, Ms. Pendragon."