"Good morning. How may I help?" asked Megan. She was still tired from the weekend.
"You sound like you're working at McDonald's," said Todd. Megan laughed. "You've already gotten us our drinks, Meg, but I think those kids over there have been waiting for an hour."
"You're exaggerating, Todd," Megan said as she walked over to the three kids sitting by the bar. "Can I help you three?"
"Yeah, we'd like…" said the girl.
"No one cares what you three want. I'd like some rum," said a pale, blonde boy standing by the bar.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy," said Megan. Draco Malfoy greatly annoyed her seeing as he was a Slytherin. "I can't give you any, but I'm sure the Serpents would love to give you some of their mulled mead." Draco sneered, but Megan ignored him and he finally sulked to the back of the tavern. The three at the bar ordered three butterbeers.
Oliver came in 15 minutes later with Tricia close behind. She was carrying a bag from the apothecary in her hand. She snapped her fingers at Megan, as she demanded two gilly waters. Megan turned around to get the gilly waters. When she turned around, the three at the bar were examining a small piece of parchment that the redheaded boy was holding.
"Your friend dropped this," the boy said looking up at Megan, "It fell out of her bag."
"The funny thing is," the girl stated, "is that these items are the ingredients for a love potion."
"You're joking!" cried Matt. The girl shook her head. "We've got her, Meg! She's going down!"
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That night, Megan, Todd, and Matt sneaked into Tricia's room at the inn and switched the potion that she had made with butterbeer. They went back to Todd, Matt, and Oliver's apartment were to have some butterbeer to celebrate. (a/n: I could elaborate, but I don't feel like it.)
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"Morning," said Oliver the next morning. He got out of bed and headed to the small kitchen. He had already figured out that he was going to have toast, orange juice, and cottage cheese for breakfast. He walked through the doorway.
"Oliver," Todd said laughing slightly, "You might want to put on some more clothes than that." Oliver looked at himself and realized that he hadn't put on any clothes and was still in his boxers. Megan was sitting at the small, round table. She giggled and blushed into her coffee.
Just then, a key turned in the door. The door creaked open slowly, and Tricia walked in. As the situation became clear to her, she dropped the small bottle in her hand and the glass broke on the floor…
To be continued…