∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ " Where did I put that recipe for that colicky baby draught? " She shuffled papers within a handmade potions book, flicking her finger to light the gas stove, where a pot of chicken's blood began to heat. She found it just as the draught base began to boil.
∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ " Aha! There we are... A hair from the baby, chicken's blood ---- I have those, so useful. " Sarcasm flowed from her lips. " Let's see.... Scale of dragonfly wing, one gram. I have more than enough of that... A sample of breastmilk from the mother, I'll have to inquire for that... And for taste and strength, two generous tablespoons of honey. " Nodding, knowing the entire brew would take two days to make, the measurment of dragonfly wing scales was given.
∴ 【 ♦ ∞ ♦ 】 ∵ Dumping everything she had into the chicken's blood, a few quick stirs and she left the cottage, running into someone by accident while on the way to the mother's. " Oof! Sorry, so sorry. "













