*Molly*
“What am I supposed to do?” Mom asks, sitting down at the table behind me. The kitchen counter is filled with the ingredients the book says I need.
“Just make sure I stay awake,” I tell her. “It has to simmer for hours and be stirred. I can’t mess this up.”
“You won’t,” she tells me, rolling her eyes. “Get started and tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
I nod, looking down at the book to read it one last time before I start. “I’ll talk while it’s simmering. I don’t want to make a mistake.”
“If you don’t need me now, I can help Seth get the twins in bed.”
I nod, and she leaves me alone in the kitchen with my spell and fears. I read the spell and read it again. And once more, to be safe. I’ve never brewed a potion before, but it seems exactly like cooking;
