puppy.
Harper was
surprised, but she didn’t feel any fear when she looked at the smiling young
woman she had met earlier that day.
“I brought you
some potions left over from your gran that will help,” Mallory said, pulling a
brown paper bag from her purse and setting three small glass vials out on the
bed.
“What is it?”
Harper asked, eying them skeptically.
“This first one is
to help heal your concussion,” Mallory said, pouring it into a small Styrofoam
cup that she had also brought with her. “This is to help with the pain, and the
third is just to help you relax so you will be able to process all of this
without terror being your main emotion.” She dumped the rest of the potions
into the cup and topped it off with a splash of ginger ale. “And some ginger to
tie it all together,” she said with a wink at Harper.
Harper picked the
cup up and sniffed it suspiciously. It smelled rich with herbs that Harper
couldn’t identify, and it bubbled slightly, which she also found a little
concerning.
“Maybe you guys
should just take me to the doctor,” she said, but Mallory shook her head.
“The medical way
will mean a much longer healing time, and it won’t be nearly as affective,” she
took the cup from Harper’s lips and swallowed a small sip to prove to her that
she hadn’t poisoned it. “Once mixed, you only have a few minutes before the
concoction will be rendered useless,” she urged, pressing the cup to Harper’s
lips.
Harper was so weak
that she could do nothing more than swallow down the sweet, syrupy liquid that
poured down her throat. The ginger ale had an odd taste, but it wasn’t exactly
unpleasant.
Harper felt a
buzzing in her skull as soon as she’d swallowed it, and a wave of pain streaked
through her temple, blooming behind her eyes until she thought her head was going
to explode. She let out a small shriek of pain and clutched her head. Almost
instantly, a warm feeling washed along in its wake and erased any memory of the
pain.
Mallory winced.
“Sorry about that. I should have mixed it in the order the potions were needed,
pain management first… your gran was really the one that did most of this
stuff.” She sent Harper an apologetic look, but Harper waved it away. The pain
was gone and it was a miracle. Harper stared up at the three people staring
anxiously back at her and smiled. They didn’t seem as terrifying anymore,
though her brain still warned her to be cautious. She was more curious than
anything else.
“So…I’m really a
witch?” she asked them, just to double check, and all three of them nodded.
Harper struggled to sit up, and Mallory was beside her in an instant to help
her. She didn’t even hesitate before taking the vampire’s hand. Harper was
actually able to sit up this time without any dizziness or nausea. “That really
worked fast!” Harper exclaimed as she sat with her feet swung off the edge of
the bed.
“Your gran was the
most skilled potion maker I’ve ever seen,” Mr. Bell said, and the two vampires
nodded in agreement. Harper felt a small swell of pride, of course she was.
“I think I’m ready
to stand up now,” Harper announced and was surprised when nobody argued.
Mallory helped her to her feet. After a couple short, shuffling steps, Harper
had her balance back and felt as good as new.
“This is really
crazy,” Harper told them with a grin, and Jasper blinked, surprised by the
complete change to her attitude.
“How much of that
relaxer did you give her?” he asked Mallory with a grin, and Mallory held up
her thumb and finger to show just a little bit—though Harper didn’t miss the
considerable widening of her fingers when she thought Harper had looked away.
Harper realized
that they were all assembled, not in the guest bedroom, but in her gran’s bedroom.
Harper glanced around at the antique framed iron bed and the large cheval
mirror with the hand carved roses in the frame.
“Let’s go
downstairs,” she
Harper was
surprised, but she didn’t feel any fear when she looked at the smiling young
woman she had met earlier that day.
“I brought you
some potions left over from your gran that will help,” Mallory said, pulling a
brown paper bag from her purse and setting three small glass vials out on the
bed.
“What is it?”
Harper asked, eying them skeptically.
“This first one is
to help heal your concussion,” Mallory said, pouring it into a small Styrofoam
cup that she had also brought with her. “This is to help with the pain, and the
third is just to help you relax so you will be able to process all of this
without terror being your main emotion.” She dumped the rest of the potions
into the cup and topped it off with a splash of ginger ale. “And some ginger to
tie it all together,” she said with a wink at Harper.
Harper picked the
cup up and sniffed it suspiciously. It smelled rich with herbs that Harper
couldn’t identify, and it bubbled slightly, which she also found a little
concerning.
“Maybe you guys
should just take me to the doctor,” she said, but Mallory shook her head.
“The medical way
will mean a much longer healing time, and it won’t be nearly as affective,” she
took the cup from Harper’s lips and swallowed a small sip to prove to her that
she hadn’t poisoned it. “Once mixed, you only have a few minutes before the
concoction will be rendered useless,” she urged, pressing the cup to Harper’s
lips.
Harper was so weak
that she could do nothing more than swallow down the sweet, syrupy liquid that
poured down her throat. The ginger ale had an odd taste, but it wasn’t exactly
unpleasant.
Harper felt a
buzzing in her skull as soon as she’d swallowed it, and a wave of pain streaked
through her temple, blooming behind her eyes until she thought her head was going
to explode. She let out a small shriek of pain and clutched her head. Almost
instantly, a warm feeling washed along in its wake and erased any memory of the
pain.
Mallory winced.
“Sorry about that. I should have mixed it in the order the potions were needed,
pain management first… your gran was really the one that did most of this
stuff.” She sent Harper an apologetic look, but Harper waved it away. The pain
was gone and it was a miracle. Harper stared up at the three people staring
anxiously back at her and smiled. They didn’t seem as terrifying anymore,
though her brain still warned her to be cautious. She was more curious than
anything else.
“So…I’m really a
witch?” she asked them, just to double check, and all three of them nodded.
Harper struggled to sit up, and Mallory was beside her in an instant to help
her. She didn’t even hesitate before taking the vampire’s hand. Harper was
actually able to sit up this time without any dizziness or nausea. “That really
worked fast!” Harper exclaimed as she sat with her feet swung off the edge of
the bed.
“Your gran was the
most skilled potion maker I’ve ever seen,” Mr. Bell said, and the two vampires
nodded in agreement. Harper felt a small swell of pride, of course she was.
“I think I’m ready
to stand up now,” Harper announced and was surprised when nobody argued.
Mallory helped her to her feet. After a couple short, shuffling steps, Harper
had her balance back and felt as good as new.
“This is really
crazy,” Harper told them with a grin, and Jasper blinked, surprised by the
complete change to her attitude.
“How much of that
relaxer did you give her?” he asked Mallory with a grin, and Mallory held up
her thumb and finger to show just a little bit—though Harper didn’t miss the
considerable widening of her fingers when she thought Harper had looked away.
Harper realized
that they were all assembled, not in the guest bedroom, but in her gran’s bedroom.
Harper glanced around at the antique framed iron bed and the large cheval
mirror with the hand carved roses in the frame.
“Let’s go
downstairs,” she
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