Golden Draught

This morning, you woke with a strange stillness. No storm of thoughts, no pressing plans, just the soft hum of a day waiting to unfold. A welcoming break from your normal choas. You craved something simple, gentle, and grounding, so you wandered down the cobbled lane to the edge of town. It doesn’t appear on most maps, but there stands a crooked little apothecary with an old wooden door marked with curling script:

The Provisioner’s Shelf
Purveyor of Curious Comforts & Breakfast Brews

Inside, shelves groaned under jars of powdered enchantments, dried petals, potions, and pouches labeled in faded ink. Your legs are guided to one cabinet in particular with the message “Pancake Potions” scrawled across the wooden sign. You scanned them all until your eyes landed on the one you needed:

Golden Draught.

An unassuming mix, golden as a sunbeam caught in flour. The shopkeepergives you a knowing nod. “Ah. A classic. First blend ever stocked on the Shelf,” they say, sliding it into a small sack and tying the ribbon with practiced care. “Guaranteed to improve your morning.”

This potion is soft and warm and easy to love. It’s the kind of breakfast that steadies your spirit and gently nudges your day into motion without frills or fuss, just the way you like it.