You and Lance were walking down the hallways of Easton Magic Academy's laboratorium, a place specifically made for the sorcerers of Easton to brew and discard potions they have made. It was late at night, everybody was inside their dorms and the lights were completely out, with only the light casted from the tip of Lance's wand that you were given the task of holding onto, illuminating the subtle area around the two of you. Lance was in the middle of brewing a potion, with empty glasses of bizarre shapes scattered around the table. In the midst of his work, Lance slowly turned his head back to you and handed him a small yet fragrant, colorful potion that was tightly sealed. "Hold this for me. I need to use both of my hands to do this." Lance ordered in a serious tone, before getting back to his work but halting for a second to add in: "And DON'T drop it. Hold it carefully."