Strings of Fate

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We end up taking the remaining potion as well as a pencil and paper out to the bar. I get things set up for the evening while Harry alternates between writing down lists of different holidays and occasions and flinging the potion around the room to watch the clouds float around. We still have some potion left when I open up for the evening, although I’ve put it behind the bar, not wanting anyone to mistake it for a beverage. I don’t think it would do any serious damage. But I bet they would be hiccuping up glitter for weeks at the very least.

“Did you want a drink?” I ask Harry. He frowns at me, apparently unhappy.

“What?” I ask.

“You never ask me what I want. You just give me whatever awful concoction you’ve come up with. Are you out of ideas or am I just not worth the effort anymore?” He pouts. Is he actually sulking that I’m NOT giving him weird, gross drinks? He seems to have placed some importance on them and how I single him out. Well that was not what I intended but I guess I can see how he got that idea.

“Are you seriously disappointed that I’m not throwing random magic at you?” I ask, mostly because I want to be sure that’s what he’s actually offended by. He shrugs.

“Sure, I like to feel special.” He bats his eyelashes at me dramatically. I work to keep a straight face. I pour him a gin and tonic and place it in front of him.

“Here you go, G and T with magic on the side.” I tell him pleasantly. Harry frowns.

“I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands.

“Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out at cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

“You would be terrifying in a game of paintball. I’m imagining magically infused projectiles and drunk players.” He waves a hand in the air to emphasise his point. I join in with his

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when he blows a kiss through the pink cloud surrounding him which just causes him to sneeze.

laughing when an obnoxious female voice interrupts.

of them has her arms crossed over her chest and the other has her hands on her hips. Shoot, have they been waiting for

I ask in my best customer service voice. The one with her hands on her hips lets

one rolls her eyes at

are you from?” She demands. Huh? I examine them closer and realise they have matching marks on their arms that are identical to mine. A half moon with swirling designs. inside in a very Celtic looking pattern. Completely black of course. Okay, so they’re Witches like me. That doesn’t

my coven. I don’t have one right now.”

yours?” I follow up. Hands on hip woman scoffs

you out based on your

me?” I ask, baffled.

here because we heard that there was a Witch giving away magic for FREE. Obviously that’s insane but we thought that it would be irresponsible of us to not at least check it out

It wasn’t anything dangerous.” I

someone steals your spell and

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roll my eyes.

or brag that they tried a potion are far more likely to come to my bar than they are to go to a coven and buy an expensive potion. I’m probably damaging their sales. Not that they wouldn’t still be making plenty of money. Harry’s idea to make magic more common in my bar is sounding better and better. Sure, it’ll turn all the Witches in the city against me, but none of them want anything to do with me anyway, and if it stops people from throwing away thousands of dollars when all they want is a bit of entertainment then even better. I’m not saying that covens SHOULDN’T sell magic. It only makes sense for them to sell a commodity that they have complete control over. But