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[ghostlighter]

[Seeing as he isn't sure how long this being-a-witch-again thing will last, have a Chris. Who is making potions. In a smoking cauldron. Yes, an actual cauldron. It sits upon a table, along with a moderate amount of ingredients, varying from the type of things you might regularly see in a kitchen to some more... unique things, such as oddly shaped roots or something like glitter dust in a wooden bowl. Several glass bottles filled with colored liquid sit on the other side of the table.

Chris glances to the piece of paper he also has on the table, then rips off a piece of a plant, tossing it into the mixture. The potion-in-the-making bubbles. ... then it explodes in a huge puff of mist and smoke. It's barely enough to knock Chris off his feet, and he makes an annoyed groan as he runs a hand through his hair.]

Note to self: not as much mandrake leaf next time.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.]

[ghostlighter]

[Stands up after a minute, and notices his audience.]

... What?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.;] It exploded.

[ghostlighter]

I hadn't noticed. [Sorry, Henrietta. He's a little frustrated; he's been at this a lot longer than the amount of bottles on the table would make you think.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Meep] Um. What are you making?

[ghostlighter]

A potion. [He looks over the paper again, and scratches something out before writing something else next to it.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Peering at the potion] What's it for?

[ghostlighter]

It's a sleep potion. ... don't get too close.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubs her eyes and steps back.] Are you not sleeping well?

[ghostlighter]

I'm sleeping fine. [Considers the list, then adds something else.] It's not for me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Who's it for?

[ghostlighter]

Anyone. It's... insurance.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Insurance?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. Even when this is over, I'll still have these if I need them.

[contract_star]

What now?

[ghostlighter]

[He rolls his eyes and stands up, waving away some of the smoke while he tries not to cough.]

Nothing. Just... trying to make use of the time I have like this.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Will they work on ghosts?

[ghostlighter]

Not sure.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What other things have you made?

[contract_star]

With the, ah...orbing and such?

[ghostlighter]

Uh... smoke bombs. Flash bombs. Exploding potions. You know.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. With the orbing and all. [Figures mentioning what he actually is probably constitutes as overkill. B|]

[contract_star]

You never did explain all that.

[ghostlighter]

What, it needs to be explained?

[contract_star]

[Small smile.] Not if you don't want to, of course.