𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘌𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

☾ 𝙘𝙝. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 ☾

❃゜・。。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。。・゜❃

de•lay (verb):

make (someone or something) late or slow.

❃゜・。。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。。・゜❃

After searching for hours, I finally Googled and looked through the ingredients list.

Everything seems to check out to me.

I recite the whole thing in my head once more, reading out the ingredients and words used to say by the potioneer.

Releasing the True Soul Potion.

Free the Lost Entity and Send Them Back to Where They Came From.

(Mixed in) You Need:

1. A small glass bottle with a pentagram scratched on it

2. A lock of hair from the drinkers head, tied around the glass bottle

3. At least 1/2 tablespoon blood from the executor

4. 1/8 teaspoon black candle wax shavings

5. A crushed red rose petal

6. A pinch of salt and pepper

Command Phrase from Potioneer while Drinker consumes potion:

"Zengat uv Onslaad. Take this lost spirit. Vrraghatt dugen Heyzs. With all their body, mind, and soul. Ragot losse Navvin. I send them back to the place they were once before."

Reading the words made me coil my lips. The thought of sending Norman back so soon haunts me.

I have to tell him that I found a recipe though.

I can't just not tell him because I don't want to.

Norman was doing his own research, I was in my office chair.

I swivel around to face him.

"I found a reliable potion." I stated.

Norman looks up, joy seeming to be rising in his face.

"Really??"

I nod.

Despite how happy he was, and how much I faked being as joyed as he was, I only felt the opposite.

I've gotten a bit...

Norman jumps up and grabs my hands, thanking me profusely.

Attached...

The albino seems to notice my lack of enthusiasm, as his happy demeanor fizzles away as fast as it came, now replaced with a bit of concern.

"What's wrong? Is there some sort of catch?" he asked.

My lips press into a line.