This also doesn't work....
Lyra thought as she looked at the potion in her hand. It was blue in color, but its quality was not good, and her green eyes reflected a mix of frustration and disappointment.
All around her, broken potion bottles were scattered across the floor, some still holding small amounts of leftover liquid.
The small alchemy room was designed in a unique way, made solely for the purpose of alchemy. The walls and floor were all white, meant to maintain cleanliness and make every spilled stain immediately visible.
One side of the room was lined with empty equipment, neatly placed and waiting for use, while the other side was filled with shelves stacked with all sorts of potions. The remaining two walls each had a door, one leading outside and the other opening into a large garden, where every herb their family could manage to grow was carefully cultivated.
