Deena had nine students boarding in her old mansion near the university, an arrangement beneficial to all.
She kept them all fed and they all kept her company. Her meals were good; her orange candies legendary.
They were small and round and tasted sweet and somehow made formulas make sense and provided inspiration and were better than strong coffee.
They helped with memory and focus and even somehow made dull texts incredibly interesting.
But Deena would insist there was nothing special about them.
Her magic was quite normal, after all.