"Well yes, that goes without saying. The losers are usually too dead to write history." She grins, she had been expecting students to be a bit wary of potions, half the students moral arguments against them had just annoyed her but Santana, for all that her world sounded a thousand times different to Day had taken to learning poisons well.

Her best student. She grinned, "We were pretty pathetic, I'm sure we can teach them in time though."

Yes be afraid of her smile too. She tears off another chunk of walnut bread with a grin.