Frankie winced and clucked her tongue like a mother hen when he took the gloves off. She uncorked the potion and squeezed some into her hands. It was whit, and more of a cream than a liquid.

"It's probably cold. And it'll sting" she warned him before grabbing one of his hands and spreading the potion gently over the redness. "It wont work straight away but you should be fine by tomorrow" she added, her eyes flicking up to read his face. She hadn't really bargained on how awkward it would be to be rubbing cream into a freshman's hands in her bedroom and she cleared her throat quietly.

"So did you have detention or something? Did they make you clean the caludrons? Pendragon can be a real bitch sometimes."