Asher held the leather-bound book in his hands, studying the ingredients now scattered across the dining table. His silver hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the window as he double-checked each item against the illustrated pages.
"It's all here," he muttered, snapping the book shut with a decisive nod. He grabbed the cauldron and headed toward the kitchen.
Yes, he was literally going to cook the ingredients on a regular stove. But honestly, what choice did he have? It wasn't like he possessed some convenient fire-related ability, and attempting to use a spell would probably result in the entire dormitory becoming a crater. His ether control was about as reliable as... anything unreliable, so the kitchen stove would have to suffice.
