who: @felixbautista where: lost in the woods when: the witching hour
Euphoria Elixir wasn’t made with the intention of being a recreational drug. At least, that was what Kingsley assumed after he had learned the potion in Advanced Potion-Making. When he had tried the potion for the first time, the inexplicable, irrational happiness he gained from the frothy liquid was a feeling he would pay an arm and a leg to replicate. And, sometimes he did. Either for the potion itself or the ingredients to make it, Kingsley shelled out much more than he should, to achieve that Euphoria. Which is how he ended up in the woods, a small fire going for the brisk night, swaying back and forth while he hummed some Warbeck song.
Not far from him, Kingsley heard a ruffle of leaves, and his attention snapped in that direction. “Who’s there?” He called. It wasn’t the smartest thing to say or do at that moment, but Kingsley’s brain function was seriously altered from the potion. “Who goes there?!” He called dramatically.