Surreal had gone over to open the Magic Box after class, and had happily settled back behind the counter with yet another book of magic-not-Craft. Psychic scents had gone utterly haywire this weekend, which had sent her into one of her more reclusive moods. Any Craft that made people change shapes-and-selves was out of her league as a Green and a non-Widow, and she wasn't stupid enough to hang around the dorms and find out what was causing it. It could have been Dorothea, and Surreal wasn't ready to take her on. Yet.

That would come after Kartane stopped breathing.

But things seemed normal enough now - for Fandom - that she was willing to open the shop. And possibly try mixing some of these potions listed in the book.

The Magic Box was open and OCD free!