"Crazy smart." Sloane correctly with a smile. It was good he told Alice, she'd be able to help him better than Sloane could. All the diminutive metamorphmagus could do was provide a little healthy competition. "It's a good step in the right direction, helping get you organized." Something else Sloane was not.

Smiling softly at him, she nearly blushed. She wasn't used to comments like that yet— mostly because she didn't think herself pretty. Not classically like Sisse or Calla, nor with that pretty red hair like Alice. No she was short, and had freckles everywhere, her hair was a plain, mousy brown, and then of course the constant malfunctions with her meta abilities and everything that entailed. What he saw, she'd never know, so she just looked away, at the bubbling potion, expression turning to one of confusion.

"Is it supposed to be bubbling already?" She thought they had to add another ingredient before that started.