"Marja, I mean this in the nicest way possible. Truly I do." Jeremiel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But how in the world did you get more than 12 potions when you were only making six? Was there a multiplication spell?"
"What? No! Although I dropped my wand..." She picked up the wand, which had a star at the top and a moon at the bottom. "Maybe it activated?"
"At any rate, this is nuts. What are we gonna do with six extra potions?"
"Look on the bright side, Jere! At least we have extra potions for people heading to the Infinite Worlds Portals!" Marja chirped happily.
Jeremiel picked one up. "Which one is this again?"
Marja picked up her book. "It's a potion to give you a power to blend in the world of the Powerborne! Depends on your mana and attitude!"
"Well, guess that's something." His wings fluttered nervously.
Marja grinned and swung her arms around him. "Come on! You know you're proud of me!"
Jeremiel sighed, but he smiled. "Fine. You're a cheeky little witch who knows what's she's doing, even in a hat big enough to be her dress."
She socked him on the shoulder with a smile. "Stawwwp!"
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Enchanted brewery
FantasyA witch and angel sound like a weird combo, right? Well, they run a shop together full of potions, coffees and hard liquors! Follow the adventures of these two in their shop!
