Lydia heard the hiss of water from the bathroom, the steady rhythm of the shower covering her movements. She slipped to Jasmine's bed, pulling the Versipal Potion from where she had stuffed it inside her rolled-up, sweat-stained clothes. Her brows furrowed and her chest tightened as she wondered where to hide the potions.
Her eyes flicked around the room to find the right place. Then her eyes stopped at the wooden chair near her; it was the study chair in front of her study desk. Her eyes lit up, no one would think to check the chair.
Lydia rummaged through the drawer, then found a tape, then she crouched quickly, tearing strips of tape and pressed the potion under the chair and secured it with the tape. Her fingers worked with nervous urgency as she fastened the glass vials beneath the chair.
