I brew the best potions in the magical academy of Ivaria. They know how to bring joy, heal sadness, seal wounds, color hair in every rainbow shade… All right, the last one is just a side effect—but they can do it!
There are always lines of people waiting for a new portion of liquid magic, and I’m happy to help anyone for almost nothing. But when the star of the magball came for a potion of luck, it became clear that the guy had big problems. Now he takes drops for depression, enjoys life—and for some reason he absolutely doesn’t want to let go of me.
My dear test subject, claims aren’t accepted!