With a sinking heart, Serena caught sight of the herbal remedy steeping on the sideboard. Too long. Shouldn’t have talked so long to Maybelle, but the gossip had been sweeter than a child’s fondest memory. The king’s daughter missing–!!

Steep five minutes, said the spellbook. How long had it been? Twenty? How bad could it be?

She ladled liquid into the tiny red jar and stoppered it. Took up a quill, dipped it in ink: Extra-Strength Love Potion, 3 gold pieces. She crossed out the three and wrote one. Someone would buy it and it would make delicious gossip.

Author’s Note: Besides being a witch (or so people tell me) I also am a terrible cook. But I have a fondness for finding the positive in my egregious cooking errors: hockey pucks, FB posts…and now, stories!

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Glitterwish had heard such amazing things about coffee. Sparkledust claimed it made her magic stronger. Francoflier said he could loop-the-loop after only one sip.

The fairy flew closer to the steaming ceramic mug. The fragrance was bitter; the foam looked thick enough to gum up her delicate wings. Cautiously, she flittered close, dipped her fingertips into the mushroom-colored liquid and licked them clean.

“I’m seeing things,” said the writer. He slammed his laptop shut and pushed the mug further away. She could hear him. She could hear all the large things. She put her hands over her ears and screamed.

Author’s Note: I love the idea that magic exists alongside us. Most people don’t notice fairies – seems obvious that most fairies wouldn’t notice us either. The message that not all the side effects of drugs are pleasant (RIP, Phillip Seymour Hoffman) was just a bonus.

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