#something's wrong here

im calling it, blossoming romance between Ryan and the ‘Professor’.

Ah yes, the wonderful Mr. Widogast heheh. Thank you for the request, and I'm so happy you liked the Molly one (here).

Requests are open! Halloween prompt list here!

~ Poet

🎃Toil and Trouble🎃 - Caleb

"Pass the eye of newt, please Caleb," you said, standing vigilant over your cauldron with a spellbook in your hand as you furiously flipped through the pages. Your trusty wizard companion wordlessly rummaged through the various jars and vials on the table, examining labels and squinting through dusty glass - but his search was in vain.

"I believe you're all out."

You snapped the book shut and spun around to face him. Regarding him for a moment, you then shook your head. "You're wrong," you insisted, voice flat.

"Bitte?" he sputtered. "I'm wrong?"

"Well, something's wrong." You frowned, setting the book aside and placing your hands firmly on your hips.

You had recently taken to buying potion ingredients and spell components in bulk, and you were certain you had just acquired a jar of newt eyes. You glanced at your cauldron, its contents bubbling away, the colour murky. You bit your lip in thought.

Caleb watched, trying to read your facial expression for any giveaway of what you were thinking. This science experiment all started with finding a mystery tome with a mystery recipe, and you had taken it up in yourself to recreate the potion.

"Maybe you forgot to purchase them," he suggested. When you didn't respond, the corners of his lips quirked upwards. "Maybe your mind is getting old, ja?" He tenderly touched your shoulder and turned you to face him. You scowled and pushed his hands hand away playfully, but you didn't refuse the sweet kiss he placed on your forehead after smoothing back your hair. "Maybe the potion doesn't need all the ingredients. Sometimes they can be optional. Some add potency, but they're not required."

You considered his words and nodded after a moment. "Perhaps. But I won't be the one to test the final product."

Caleb nodded in agreement. "I'm sure we can find willing volunteers."

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Screeches coming from overhead had birds and beasts alike fleeing in the opposite direction. Yasha and Molly stood at the foot of a tree, calling up to Nott who clung to one of the branches in fear of floating away. Beau was scaling the tree at a fast pace, the goblin's frustrated shrieks never ceasing even as the monk had a firm grip on her cloak and started their descent.

Meanwhile, you and Caleb watched from a distance, and decided maybe it was best you didn't tell your rogue companion about the missing ingredient to your apparent anti-gravity potion - turns out the eye of newt would've allowed the consumer to control the effect...

Caleb took your hand and you looked at each other briefly.

Yeah. Better keep that fact a secret.

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"Are you sure our witch and wizard won't be needing those?" Fjord asked with mild disgust as Jester produced a jar of what looked like marbles from her pack.

The blue tiefling made a face and shrugged. "They're newt eyes, Fjord, not healing potions. Perfect for pranks. Now," she cooed, pouring the jar's contents into Beau's pack, "keep watch for the others."

Oh no! It's the floating blanket of doom!