My daughter woke up this morning desperately in love with this boy from school she’d never mentioned before. I knew immediately it was a love spell. So I broke out the trusty grimoire and worked a spell of my own.
Undine comes home with an odd story: seems the love of her life got her into the janitor’s closet, but as soon as he got excited, his… wand… turned black and purple and excruciatingly painful. After a minute of fighting her off he chanted some stuff she didn’t understand and now Undine doesn’t remember what she ever saw in him…
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