Irene
looked critically at the potion stewing on her stove. It was meant to help her
friend Tessa feel better. She had watched her mother make this potion hundreds
of times, so she felt like it shouldn’t have been that hard. She used all the
same ingredients as her mom, and did everything in exactly the same way. The
only problem was, it was a bright neon orange.
Irene thought
that she had done everything correctly, but if she had, it would have looked like
a creamy broth. That way, non-magical people wouldn’t know that they were being
fed a magical potion.
Irene sighed,
and did what she had tried to avoid doing in the first place. She called her
mom. It wasn’t by phone, of course. Humans loved their cell phones, which they
thought were so marvelous. They had no idea of a sorceress’s power.
Irene
conjured a window in front of her. On the other side of the window stood her
mom, who was currently making a magical potion of her own.
“Hello,
dear,” Mom said as she tossed some herbs into her pot.
“Hi, Mom. I
was just wondering about your feel better potion that you make for people when
they’re sick.”
“Oh yeah,
that’s an easy one.”
Irene
fought to keep herself from groaning out loud as she said, “Yes, well, I’m
trying to make it, and it’s orange. How do I make it look like your soup?”
Mom looked
right through the window at Irene and said, “Did you add the chicken broth
before or after the happiness drops?”
“After,”
Irene answered immediately.
“Did you
remember to say the words to the spell while the potion was boiling?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” Mom tilted her head to
the side, thinking. “How orange is it?”
“It’s a
really bright, neon orange. Like the orange humans wear when they go hunting.”
“Oh, I know
– you forgot to put in the sugar with the writhing eel.”
Irene
thought back and said, “I put the eel in and then the sugar right afterwards.
Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Oh no, you
need to make sure that the eel is completely covered in sugar, or else it
cancels out the properties of the horse hairs.”
Irene’s
shoulders slumped as she said, “So this potion is useless then.”
“Well, no.
It will actually make a great concoction to water newly sown crop fields. You
should save it for your garden when it’s time to plant your cleaned chicken
bones. You should get some beautiful blooms that will be fantastic for
attracting ravens. That way, you’ll be able to harvest all of their discarded
black feathers.”
Irene
smiled. Black raven feathers were some of the most magical bird feathers that
were used in a lot of different potions. Then her face fell as she said, “But I’m
out of eel. I used the last of it for this potion. I still need to make the
feel better potion for my friend.”
“Oh, don’t
worry,” Mom said, waving her hand unconcernedly. “I just happen to have an
extra one right here.” She walked over to her fridge and showed Irene the eel. “You
can have it.”
“Are you
sure you won’t need it for anything?”
“Not right
now. You can get me some more in a few days, when you have more time.”
Irene
relaxed and gave her mom a true smile. “Thanks, Mom. I’m trying to do
everything right, but I still mess up sometimes.” She went right up to the
window as her mom handed her the eel through it. Human technology might be pretty
good, but it couldn’t compare to a sorceress’s window conjuring.
Irene went
to soak the eel in sugar as her mom said, “Well, I made plenty of mistakes too,
but a few hundred years of magic wielding have helped me get better.” She
smiled and waved at Irene. “Good luck with your feel better potion. I know you’ll
make a great sorceress.”
Irene waved
back and said goodbye. She wanted to prove that she could do things herself,
but it was good to know that she had her mom to count on for help if she needed
it. She got out a new pot to start the potion over, and set to work, making
sure that the eel was completely covered in sugar when she added it to the
mixture. Good thing Tessa didn’t know what was actually going into her soup.
Not many people actually liked eating eel, but Irene knew how to magically make
things taste delicious. Irene smiled as she continued working, and by the end,
it looked like a delicious, creamy chicken soup. “Just like Mom used to make,”
she said with a happy smile.