throwing herself down onto one of the sofas daisy exhaled in exhaustion, “if i have to sort through those supplies cupboards for spells one more time because some students think they’re sneaky when they go through stuff for their love potions or whatever they think they’re doing for fun i’m going to scream,” she complained, “i shouldn’t need to repeat ‘i love my job’ on the daily, do you know how close we were to absolute mayhem with some of those ingredients just sitting next to each other?”














