☕ Inventor | Potions 1-4 ☕
Monty was beginning to recall why he'd broken off their friendship. Forget dragons - that man ought to have been looking for brain cells. On which far away planet would it have been a good idea to give soap to a hag? It was hard enough to give perfume to your aunt without being accused of underlying implications. Just as his mouth opened, so did the hag's, and this time, what came out of it was directed at Monty. He pulled his wand. He pointed it at the hag, at the young boy, and back again. "That is enough," he barked, sounding much more confident than he felt. "Hurry up and give that boy his blasted locket lest I need destroy the damned thing."