"You are not a witch. What are you doing in here?"
"How do you know? I could be a witch," I replied, offended.
"Because I'm a sear and wizard, I saw your death when you bumped into me. You're a vampire. Why would you be cooking up a potion?"
"I need to control a vampire's obsession for me. I just need a witch to say a spell for me now," I replied, annoyed.
"Does it say witch, or could it be a wizard?"
"It said either?"
"Give me the potion and the spell," he replied, holding out his hand.
I wasn't sure if I could trust him. We had just met, but he was getting impatient, so I handed it over to him. He started chanting over the potion bottles. It must have been finished because the potion turned from green to blue. He looked up and smiled at me.
"Are you a student here? I haven't seen
