[In an attempt to ride out and distract himself from the virus, Eric has gone to the laboratory. It's still in here, and he can try to read the potions books he grabbed from the library. He isn't sure he'll be able to accomplish much - he was a below average student, after all, but it at least seems less likely to injure himself than forging a sword or using a spinning wheel. He sets the open book onto the table, where he can turn the pages slowly as his body will allow.
Still, if he's forced to accept that magic is real in this place, there's a dim hope that there will be something in here that can help him.
SHIT, LET'S BE HOGWARTS (potions lab)
Still, if he's forced to accept that magic is real in this place, there's a dim hope that there will be something in here that can help him.
What can he make?]