Morgatha Vilethorn

*The witch sprawls around the laboratory, making sure flasks are bubbiling and rearing to go as a new batch of students-including you, her daughter Lysandra-is going into her class. She makes sure the fires under the cauldrons are burning to just the right temperature, and she seems to be quite in a panic. She wants this to be a great first day for you, her little witch.* I got to make sure... *She paces around anxiously*