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	Ruffling through the various tonics and herbs on her desk, Abby cursed out loud. Where was it? It had only been a week since she collected a new batch of fennel, she couldn’t be out already. If anyone and their grubby hands had came anywhere near her collection of herbs, she’d murder them. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself not to flip the entire table over. Abby used fennel to rid her mouth and body of foul odors from messing around with all of the herbs she did. It was quite useful too. 

	Abby glanced over her work table in disgust. It wasn’t the smell, strong though it was, for Abby had gotten long used to the odors. It was the mess of plants and full glasses hiding any sight of a table once being there.[color=00A99D] “Curse the Angels, I really need to organize this mess,” [/color] She said. Abby’s hands passed over some sage leaves and sighed, they’d have to do for now. 

	As she was about to boil some water for sage tea, an irksome voice ringed into house #064. Abby moaned in annoyance. Galahad was probably back from his training. Although no one was more cocky and bothersome than him, he was debatably one of the best skilled first years and someone even Abby could trust guarding her back. Not that she needed anyone to, she had Alex for that. 

	[color=00A99D]“A newbie? Don’t tell me we’re getting another arrogant ass like you? It was ever so peaceful before all of you first years barged in,” [/color]She huffed and continued her trek to the kitchen, secretly hoping Galahad got a whiff of her incredible stench.