"That's nothing. In my first year I spent months searching for information on Nicholas Flamel between classes and studying for classes," Hermione shook her head dismissively, but her eyes flashed with interest at the mention of his books. She could feel her hands itching to look at them already.
Sitting at a table in a partially closed-off corner, Hermione reached for her bag as Jack followed. Pulling out two pieces of parchment, she laid them on the table in front of her. "This is all the... clues, I guess, I have. One is the ingredients list of the potion, the other is a matrix of possible ingredient reactions, antidotes, and antidote reactions. I guess it's narrowed down the field some, but," she sighed, "I'm still so far from any answers." She looked up at Jack with a hopeful, desperate look on her face.