"…Do I have the aptitude?"
Sitting on the steps that led up to their front porch, Veradine could not help but let out a sigh as she glanced at the cloudy sky.
"…I hope I do," she muttered after some time, recalling the expressions everyone had when the concoction finally changed color.
For a while, everyone looked at the cauldron with confusion, considering that the concoction losing its color was not among the list of colors Kelvin had said to Veradine.
Yet, once the shock brought about by the now colorless concoction began to fade away, a solemn look appeared on Kelvin's face as he turned to look at Veradine's parents.
Recalling the distraught look her parents had on their faces as they looked back at Kelvin, Veradine took in a deep breath as she hugged her knees.
"I don't know why Mom and Dad looked like that…" she murmured, forcing herself to think happy thoughts. "But I hope it's nothing bad."
"I hope… I have the aptitude."
…
Whoosh!
