Summary: Black Magic, it comes in many forms and shapes, spells, music but the most potent of all…love. Boq really should stay away from potions and poor Glinda, who does she fall in love with…
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or its characters though I do own my OC's and my own plotlines.
Black Magic
Madame Morrible hushed down the class, "Student's calm down, hush…SILENCE!"
Her voice echoed and everyone immediately seated themselves waiting for the class to continue.
Madame Morrible smiled sweetly, "Now that I finally have your attention. We shall start our class on Magic. Open your books to chapter eleven, we will be starting potions."
Everyone quickly flipped the books under her hawk gaze. Just then the door opened and in walked Avaric with a smirk covering his lips. He sat down next to Glinda and looked to the teacher with a stupid grin.
Morrible glared at the source of the disturbance, "Now that your all here I trust you will open your books and listen attentively."
The muttering died down yet again.
Morrible pulled out a small clear bottle with a small pink clear liquid filling it. "Can anyone tell me what this is?"
Glinda put up her hand, "Is it a sort of potion?"
Avaric grinned, "What hinted it?"
Morrible glared, "Yes it is but does anyone know what it is?"
Boq stuttered, "It's a love potion…isn't it?"
Morrible blinked, "Yes very good Boq. Care to elaborate?"
Boq nodded, "Well a love potion is extremely difficult to make and come at various standards of quality, ten exactly, which is determined by how long it lasts and how potent. That one there is the one of highest quality. It was made to last a life time with a dedication to love the person. For when they take it they faint and whoever they first wake to see is the person to fall for. It can take a decade to make and is even harder to make a cure for."
Morrible raised her eyebrows, "Very good Boq, that was a perfect description."
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That night Boq stole himself into Morrible's office and stole the potion.