Alli shrugs and smiles. "You are not on memory altering drugs. I will totally take your word for it. I do sit in the back in math, though." And all other classes. Classes are not Alli's favorite thing. Magic is so much better.

She goes over the recipe for Soph. There's quite a few steps, involving at least two Latin chants, extremely specific stirring directions, and bundles of precisely measured herbs. Some of it's smudged and hard to read, and the whole thing's rather... vague, in that way magic books often are.

"You see why it's such a pain in the ass?" Alli asks rhetorically.