So much for her attempt to help him get better at potions.

The cauldron started to bubble over— and Sloane got splashed with scalding hot liquid. Where had her normally-quick reflexes on that one? She hissed out a response, stepping back from the table entirely, one hand covering the burn blistering on her forearm. She could feel the burn sinking into her skin and it stung. Just how many times was she going to end up in the Hospital Wing in the first couple months of school?

Then of course it jumped and Sloane was already flat against the wall behind her. The look on her face was not exactly panicked, but she was quite concerned with the apparent movement of the anthropomorphized potion. She cast Cam a helpless sort of shrug and started to scoot along the wall away from the potion lest she get herself burned again.

"I don't think this is working out the way we intended."