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Elinor chuckled at his enthusiasm. It was refreshing. But it wasn't Nigel.
She stirred the potion as she added in the final couple of ingredients. He couldn't have injested much-- so he wouldn't need to swallow much, right? Elinor had no idea what the antidote tasted like. Hopefully it was barable enough to get him to swallow a mouthful. Shouldn't take much...
She quickly grabbed a clean bottle, a funnel, and a ladle. One thing she always liked was that they were both old-fashioned people. They didn't take out their wands at the drop of a hat. Sticking the funnel in the neck of the bottle, she filled it. "Be right there," she said, again almost absently. She was just focused on getting it to him.
Corking the bottle, she shook it, making SURE it was blended well enough. Sometimes stirring just didn't do the trick. Finally, she crossed back over to him, smiling as she sat just across from the desk. With her free hand, she drew her wand, vanishing the... liquid that was in his teacup. Uncorking the bottle, the lady poured him the concoction.
"Try that," she said softly, setting the bottle aside. She stared across at him, anxious and perching on the edge of her chair.
At the same time, she was almost laughing at the thought of what Nigel's reaction would be after he drank the antidote. She could see him now. Quiet, flustered, and, above all else, embarassed. And cute. Always cute.
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