it's called progress {open}

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The morning was just sunny and perfect as usual. It was not windy outside and it wasn't cold nor hot. But it didn't matter so much because Gideon was spending his time inside. He practiced his magic a lot rather than play outside, which contradicting other people's thoughts he actually did sometimes. The boy did like to do cool things. But doing cool things with magic was hard.

A giant boom! came from the inside of Meridell's dear apothecary. Without the boss or Estel around he was practicing making potions. He was better at it than she was, but still pretty bad. The explosion left the table a charcoal colored mess. Since he was right in front of it, so was Gideon. There was a sting in his eyes so some of the debris probably got in his eyes. Wow was there smoke? A trail of light grey smoke was still leaving the beaker in which Gideon was working with. "Ow."

Now he had to clean up all of this. Some herbs and a many strands of fur(don't ask) were on the floor, there was black dust all over the large wooden table which he was at, and a lot of bottles, beakers, and bowls from recently and earlier to be washed. It was just generally a lot of work. But since Gideon was the only one there he was the only one to do it, or anything else if people came in for whatever reason. In fact, just then the small faerie heard the bell of the door ring. Someone was inside the apothecary with him. He turned a corner or two from the backroom to get to the front asking as he came over,"Is there someone there?"

Obviously there was the possibility no one came in at all and his ears were having the equivalent to hallucinations.