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”I WOULD BRING GODRIC GRYFFINDOR TO HIS KNEES…”

Moonseed, bloodroot, and baneberry she named the ingredients to the potion in her head as she added each one to the cauldron before her. Wearing bright red robes, she stood out in the darkness as she kneelt down in the middle of the circle of Stonehenge. Flames beneath the cauldron rippled at it as the shiny emerald color liquid grew into a rough texture and changing to a metallic blue color. She smiled at herself as she stirred the potion for a little bit, changing from clock wise to counter-clock wise. ”Everything must be perfect, or all could go to waste” spoke Aailyah she had practiced this particular potion many times before. A deadly poison, each ingredient being poisonous some in completely different methods. Getting up from where she had been she walked over a little away to pick a plant growing along the stones, wearing gloves to handle it as she crushed the flowers and petals down in her hands.

Sprinkling them upon the potion, and stirring it once more she watched as the rough texture turned back to its smooth origin. The color stayed the same as she placed a cover over the cauldron, the potion would take time to complete. At least the rest of the night, she had not even figured out who she would ultimately use the potion on. However; did that truly matter? She didn’t need a reason to make potions, it was in her blood to do so. Suddenly she felt as someone was watching her or at in her immediate area, she raised her wand pointing off in the darkness. ”Reveal yourself at once” spoke Aailyah her voice confident and fierce as she waited what the darkness would produce to her.

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