Witch’s Brew

It was a waxing moon tonight. Contrary to popular belief, witches don’t wait for full moons to make magic.

And tonight was Lucinda’s night. The night she would prove she was ready to rise above her fledgling rank. Her spoon clinked softly as she stirred the cauldron, steam curling into the crisp autumn air. She added a generous helping of dark chocolate and a dash…

Oops.

That might have been more than a dash of spice.

She froze, glancing sideways.

The High Priestess wasn’t looking.

Two sore arms and several chants later, Lucinda ladles the bubbling mixture into cups. One by one, they were passed around the circle. All eyes watched as the High Priestess raised hers. Lucinda crossed her fingers and whispered a silent plea to the cocoa spirits.

A sip.

Then a pause.

And finally a nod.

Lucinda exhaled. All around the circle, murmurs of approval filled her ears.

Her brew was a success!