8. Potions
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Merope brushed a lock of greasy hair behind her ear and stirred the potion. What her father and brother hadn't realised was that, while she was no good at spells, she was an acomplished Potioneer.
Ahh. It smelled like baking bread; fire and the smell of pine trees.
This was so wrong.
Such a terrible thing of her to do.
But she was desperate for love.
She poured a couple of drops of the potion into a glass of water, watching it go from transparent to pink to transparent again.
Now, time to lure Tom in with the tainted water.