Her eyebrow arches. “Do I look like someone who wears used party bug shoes.”

Of course this isn’t sustainable, but she’ll find the other eventually. And then she’ll be able to run just fine. In the meantime, she flips open the phone, eager, but she’s thwarted by the ancient technology. She certainly could spend all evening figuring this out, but there’s more to do, even she knows that. Keeping the phone, she goes to snoop near the potion itself, trying to find a recipe. Notes, anything. She can’t remember anything that needs three bubbles, exactly.

“I get bored with just school and activities sometimes, don’t you?” She explains herself shrugging, “This is like independent research. What do teachers do in their spare time, and are they or are they not all vampires?”

Here with a doubtful look at her alchemy teacher who literally hasn’t aged since she was an infant, apparently