It’s the weekend and you know what that means, 8 more sentences from my completed manuscript, Bewitched. Iris is still pondering what went wrong with the potion but let’s Bev use it anyways. Oh boy, you’ll just have to wait to see what mischief the potion creates.
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Bending down, Iris took a sniff at the pot. She didn’t think it was unpleasant to smell but then again it wasn’t the most pleasing scent. How Bev was going to get the potion on Rick was beyond her. She smiled at the thought. Bev would have to recite the incantation while dowsing Rick with it in three places.
The candles flickered in the frigid night air, Iris blew them out. She was surprised that Bev followed her instructions on carving her and Rick’s names on the white pillar candles. Her friend was determined, it was evident.