A raven cawed in the night as Amy dropped the last ingredient into the pot. Being a witch in college meant making do with limited space. Who said a cauldron couldn’t be a pot on a hot plate? Being a senior with her own dorm room meant at least she didn’t have to try and hide her spells from a roommate.
Her long pink and purple hair was tied back in a ponytail and instead of robes she wore a white lab coat, left hanging open over her naked body. Beakers and tubes that once held ingredients lined her limited counter space, being a chemistry student had its perks. The only part of the spell casting that was traditional was the heavy leather spell book propped open on a stand. Amy lazily stirred the pot as she checked over the page open in front of her.
“Brew a lover for one night.” She chuckled at the title, but boy did she need it. Balancing studying academics and witchcraft left her schedule lacking in time for going out. Still, she was young and had needs. As the smoke changed from a pale green to a soft lilac, she stopped stirring and turned off the heat. “Perfect, as usual.” She thought to herself, “Now we wait.”