It had been consuming Jess' free time all week.
A tea, meant to improve focus and alertness, and particularly heighten one's sensitivity to wolves. She'd already chugged through five hour energy, monsters, and the extra expensive coffee that jock dobermen advertised on their podcasts. None of it worked for the fox. But, in her wanderings amidst the modern world, she had forgotten that vulpine families were naturally predisposed towards the arcane. A call to an aunt later, and she had scribbled down a recipe on her cellphone. Lilacs, orchids, lemon and ginger root, lightly simmered and then steeped in water for eight hours using an infuser.
When she thought about her witch family, she thought there would be a lot more candles, incantations and bones involved. Hell, her dorm room was decked out in tattered curtains, arcane symbols, pentacles and an uncountable number of candles. She hadn’t expected actual witchcraft to be so… Mundane.
But finally, the appointed hour arrived. While she was in a game of Candy Buster, her cellphone vibrated. She immediately closed out the program on her laptop and hurried into the common area. She shouldered her way into the kitchen and cracked open the fridge, retrieving the precious tea-pitcher.
“Jess…” Her peacock roommate whined over the sound of an action movie on TV.
“What.” Jess demanded distractedly, pulling the infuser out and getting tea all over the fucking counter.
“Can you help me write my final later? I’m gay and dumb.” He continued.
“Yeah, just text me.” Jess hurried back into her room with the pitcher, sucking down the sweet and flavorful tea and booting up the game again.