With a slow wave of his wand, Ian carefully opened the room to the club so that nobody could hear him. He did not believe anyone to be present, and hopefully no one would appear. It was late, way past curfew, and he wanted alone time to brew up some of his specialty potions.

He took out a collapsible cauldron his father had sent him for good marks in potions class. Then began setting out possible ingredients he might use for the night. It was a completely random assortment of herbs, animals bones, ground up bits of this and that, and even a few strange hairs. Satisfied with the vials he pulled out, Ian smirked and waved his wand over his cauldron. The vessel was nearly a fourth of the way full of dark colored water when he turned a burner on for the water to warm.

"Pluvia, sanat, ardet, crucia" Ian chanted quickly as he began to add a bit of bright blood red looking liquid to the simmering water. He paused and stared down at his mixture before sorting through his ingredients, wishing to select only the best item. His attention was so focused on the task at hand that he was able to drowned out everything around him.