#Moira
The cottage was quiet without Harper.
Not in a bad way. Just.. Different.
I stirred the copper cauldron on the back bench, steam curling up in sweet, bitter tendrils as the potion thickened to a syrupy consistency. The scent of sage, marjoram, and bloodroot filled the room, sharp and grounding. I adjusted the heat runes under the pot, muttering a small stabilising charm under my breath.
Clawed was perched on a shelf, his tail swishing back and forth, eyes narrowed as if judging my technique.
"Don’t start," I muttered. "You’re still banned from the basil plants, remember?"
He blinked slowly, unconvinced.
I glanced toward the window. The clearing outside was golden with morning light. Elise had arrived just after breakfast, all bright-eyed and awkward, with a nervous energy th
