Day 93: Potion — The Shark Agenda

Write about a magic potion. What is it made of? What does it do? What is the antidote?

A continuation of Day 91: Family Heirloom

My first attempt at a magic potion was not going well.

I got all the ingredients at this little Wicca shop, The Raven. The owner was so excited to help me find everything. She mentioned that she doesn't get a lot of customers lately. I wanted to ask her why but I was too stressed about trying out my first potion and didn't.

Once we got everything, I came back to my apartment and realized I would have to do all of this before my roommate got home. I don't need her thinking I'm weirder than I already am. That gave me a two hour window to play with.

The first thing I did when I got the Grimoire from my grandmother was to call off work and spend the day poring over it.

fascinating.

It wasn't just made up of potion ingredients, there were complicated spells, history lessons, handwritten notes and stories from everyone who possessed the book, even notes from the original slave owner that it was taken from. She was certifiably batshit insane, evil and her parents were actually cousins but it was still very interesting!

I landed on this Healing Potion and decided to try it out for two reasons: one reason is because it looked the easiest to make, which is to say it doesn't look easy at all but everything else was two pages long, this was only a full page. And two...

Sigh.

My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer last year and has been diligently fighting it, successfully. This potion was for her. Hopefully it could speed up the healing process? If it works at all! I'm still getting the hang of powers and used to the reality of being a "mage."

I started boiling water with lavender sprigs and mint leaves at 400 degrees, then I started chopping up the other ingredients. This is where I started running into problems. See, I'm a terrible cook and it became clear rather quickly that this was going to be a LOT like cooking.

I fucked up my first batch by overboiling the pot. I fucked up my second batch by adding in brown sugar instead of regular sugar. I fucked up my third batch by dropping it all over the damn floor. By the time my fourth batch was done, my hair was a sweaty mess and my roommate was walking in the door.

She gave me an idle wave as she passed by on her way to her room. She didn't even glance over, thankfully. We're not friends, so there's never a need to pretend we like each other enough for small talk.

I poured a few vials of the potion into these cute mini flasks from the shop and put the rest in a microwave-safe container on top of the cabinets. I texted my mom and asked to meet up with her this weekend. She and I have a lot to talk about.

“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”