Thanks for the well-wishes for my dad. He's in recovery, but in a lot of pain and gonna be in for another week (he also said he can't do any heavy lifting for a month). I told you readers this not only because I'm worried but in case something happened and I wouldn't be able to update this fic. So if something does happen during recovery or if my family surprises me and drives me up north (or both) I don't think I'd be able to get to a computer and upload a chapter. I've been getting in the habit of uploading a chapter a day and if I suddenly stopped I wanted you to know the honest to god reason. Trust me; I do this even when I have writer's block. If you care enough for this story and wanna know why it's ever delayed I'll give you the honest truth. Thanks again for caring guys.

But I think the only way I can truly thank you guys is with a chapter I'm sure you've been anticipating…the chapter containing the first use of the 'F' word. Oh yeah and the chapter where Jeff's supposed to drink the love potion.

Drinking a potion is sure as heck easier than making one. Following each instruction carefully and adding various ingredients at specific points took up the first seven or so hours (though time would have been cut drastically if they had a large cauldron over a fire). Then of course the potion had to settle for at least twelve hours. However, the witches forgot to mention that while the potion was settling a certain measurement of water had to be added every hour. Troy and Abed were also generous enough to donate their time and energy to help.

So you can imagine why a sleepy Troy was stumbling in the kitchen for coffee at nearly ten in the morning. He was continuously yawning and struggling to keep his eyes open. And, of course, the potion was settling beside the coffee pot in a mug advertising Troy & Abed in the Morning. Naturally, Troy's choice of mug this morning was a duplicate mug. He set an empty mug beside the mug with the potion and poured his coffee.

Once that was done, he turned around to face the other tired looking people. "Anyone else want some coffee?" No one said anything. "I'm only gonna ask once in case I need make another pot." The only response was Britta tiredly swatting her hand at him. "Whatever, I'm too tired to deal with your silence," without actually looking in the mugs, he picked one of them up.

This time he got a response. Everyone was suddenly alert and had instantly stood up in a panic. "NO!"

This caused Troy to spill the contents of what was then determined to be his hot coffee. After a loud, long high pitched scream the girls managed to breathe a sigh of relief. Troy on the other hand was crying. "Why are you laughing at my misfortune? This is so hot!"

"We're sorry Troy," Annie apologized. "We thought you were about to drink the love potion."

"You really should've chosen a non-identical mug," Abed commentated.

"Though on the upside, you're awake," Britta snarkily commented. Troy continued to cry and bemoan about the burning. With a sigh, Britta snapped her fingers and a cloud of falling snow appeared above Troy's head. "Chill out, Troy." He let out a contented sigh as the cold touched his hot body. "So how long as that been settling?"

"At 9:57 exactly it'll be thirteen hours."

"And then we can go?"

"Jeff has to be there by eleven so he has a routine: he'll wake up at ten, call us to get over to his place with breakfast, hit the snooze, wake up nine minutes later, watch TV until we bring his breakfast, eat breakfast while watching TV, shower, brush his teeth, check himself in the mirror, and leave. Usually, these things happen much earlier in the morning but we make sure he's up before noon even when he doesn't have plans."

"We always go to Tim Horton's because we get coffee and donuts," Troy inputted.

Britta looked at him confused. "Who's Tim Horton?"

"There is so, so much to teach you."

The alarm on Abed's watch went off. "Fifteen seconds til 9:57," he went into the kitchen and prepared the water. He kept track of time before adding the water to the potion. "I think we can take this to Jeff's house now."

"No coffee or donuts?"

"We don't want to take any chances by putting the potion in anything else besides water," Shirley explained as she waved her hand and made the cloud of snow above Troy disappear.

Abed nodded. "So we're going to go to Jeff's house and make an actual breakfast with water as a drink instead of coffee- that way we can put the potion in the water."

"You're so good at explaining things Abed."

"It's a gift. We should get going if we wanna make it to Jeff's before there's any traffic."

Britta did a cheshire-cat grin. "We have another alternative. Ladies."

In perfect harmony, each of them whistled and called out, "ROMBO!" And (as expected) their brooms instantly flew into their waiting hands.

Even though he was impressed, Abed lacked the proper emotion. "Cool, cool, cool."

Troy did show the right emotion of excited surprise "That's so frawesome! What did you guys shout out? Rombo? Is that like some kinda dance, like a romantic mambo?"

"I assume it's the spell to summon a broomstick. It's obviously an anagram for broom."

"Pfft, obviously," Troy spelled it out in his head and on his fingers to make sure it was right. "Oh right, it totally is."

"Okay, we'll meet you there."

"What? I thought we were gonna ride on the brooms?"

"You can if you want to," Annie assured. "And if you'd like, you can ride your own brooms."

"Can we?"

"Yeah, sure," Britta responded. "This is a spell anyone, even mortals, can do."

"Really?"

"By saying Rombo the broom is automatically enchanted."

"Frawesome!"

"Cool," Abed whistled. "ROMBO!" A broom from out of nowhere flew over to him. "Cool, cool, cool."

"I'm not implying anything but I'd like to know this for future purposes or in the event that the day ever comes when I can't do this; can anyone do this broom thing even if they can't whistle?"

"Sure they can," Shirley answered. "They just have to say 'Rombo venire."

"How do you say that last word again?"

"Vin-ear-A," Shirley pronounced. "Like the first part of vinegar…"

"One of the ingredients in the love potion," Abed randomly pointed out.

"…then like the word 'ear'."

"The part of the body that hears."

"…and then like the letter A."

"Put it all together and you get venire, which is Latin for 'come'."

Troy was impressed. "I'm learning more than I ever did in high school."

"This stuff seems like filler for length purposes. Can we go to Jeff's now?"

"First we need to hold the potion with something secure," Shirley reminded.

"I've got some Tupperware I've borrowed from Troy's Nana."

Troy did a double take. "My Nana loaned you Tupperware, when did this happen?"

"When I asked her a few months ago; she automatically said yes because she likes me more than you."

"No argument there."

Abed poured the potion into a Tupperware bowl and sealed it with the lid. "I can still hold this in my hand and not fall off the broom right?"

"Abed," Britta began slightly exasperated, "what part of enchanted broomstick don't you understand?"

"That still doesn't explain if I'll fall off if I don't hang on to it."

"No Abed, you won't fall off."

"Cool, cool."

Troy's phone rang. "Guess who wants their breakfast?"

"We better get over there fast."

…

"That was one of the most frawesomest things ever!" Troy proclaimed when he entered Jeff's house and threw the broom aside.

"Try not to overdo it with the word frawesome," Abed carefully set his broom aside.

The door to Jeff's room was heard shutting as Jeff made his way down the stairs in his bathrobe and boxer shorts. "Should I be weirded out that you guys are here early?"

"Should we be weirded out that you're in your bathrobe?"

Jeff was a bit freaked to hear a woman's (Britta's) voice and quickly closed his robe. "Ren, Stimpy, why didn't you give me a heads up that you were bringing other people?"

"It was kinda last minute," Abed quickly lied. "They wanted to come to this part of the trial."

Annie stepped into Jeff's view. "I hope you don't mind."

When he saw Annie, Jeff tied his robe strings tighter. "Annie, hi."

"Told you we'd see each other again."

Shirley came into his view. "We also thought we'd make a nice, healthy breakfast for you on such an important day."

"Please don't," Jeff objected.

"We insist," Shirley led herself into the kitchen with Britta and Troy following.

"She's not gonna poison it is she?"

"Why can't you ever appreciate a nice gesture from a woman?" Annie inquired with raised eyebrows. "We're even nice enough to serve you breakfast in the living room."

"I always eat breakfast in the living room."

"Tsk," Abed disapprovingly shook his head, "the life of a bachelor."

"But I thought this bachelor was about to be married?" Annie corrected.

Jeff clapped his hands together. "How about some TV?"

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Shirley had quickly zapped up an easy breakfast of cereal, toast, and grapefruit. "Cooking is much easier this way."

Over by the counter, Britta had finished pouring the potion in a glass of water. "The potion is ready." She set the water by the plate designated for Jeff.

"Hey, can I get some bacon and eggs?" Troy's question came out of left field. "Maybe a cherry Pop Tart?"

"I thought I'd whip up some…" Shirley waved her hand and a plate of a new food appeared, "…flapjacks."

"I love pancakes!" Both Britta and Troy agreed simultaneously as they helped themselves.

"Nice to see there's a common ground for you two. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to serve them their breakfast and then pretend to cook some bacon." Shirley carried two plates into the living room. "Britta, could you carry the drinks please?"

"But pancakes!" Shirley's icy glare was enough to get Britta up with some reluctance. "You're not the leader either you know."

In the living room, Annie and Abed sat on the sofa while Jeff lazed in his recliner and watched TV; empty table trays were waiting in front of Jeff and Abed. While watching television was a somewhat mundane thing for Jeff and Abed, Annie was completely transfixed- having never seen a television before. So instead of being able to watch TV in peace, Jeff had to listen to Abed's monotone answering Annie's numerous questions.

"Okay Abed, but how-"

"MAGIC OKAY!" something inside Jeff had snapped as he stood up in an exasperated rage. "The answer is magic!"

"But-"

"MAGIC!"

"I don't think that explains-"

"MAGIC! The answer to everything is magic, end of discussion."

"Sheesh, Someone's not a morning person."

"Here you are boys," Shirley set each plate down.

"Enjoy," Britta set the designated drinks down.

Before he took a drink, Jeff looked at the liquid. "What the hell is this?"

"Water."

"Where's my coffee?"

"We were out of ingredients."

"Then give me some orange juice."

"Abed got the last of the orange juice."

Abed gulped down his drink and set the glass down. "Thanks for the OJ Britta."

"You're welcome Abed. It's nice to see someone being appreciative."

"I'll be back with some bacon in a few minutes," Shirley hurried into the kitchen with Britta close behind.

"God this day is going to suck," Jeff sat back in his recliner. He tried to pull the lever that opened the footrest, but he was having no luck getting the footrest out. "And this is happening too!" He got down on his knees and tried to activate the lever. "Fuck my life!"

"Do you really need that footrest?" Abed questioned.

"And was the swearing necessary?" Annie inquired.

Jeff continued messing with the lever. "DAMMIT! Why won't this thing-"

As he got the lever unstuck, the chair slammed into the wall. The force of the slam caused the already poorly hung painting of Jonathan Winger to slip off and hit Annie on the back of her head, knocking her slightly unconscious and causing her to mutter a weak, "Oh."

"Oh my God, Annie!" Jeff rushed to her aid.

"I'll get some ice," Abed ran off to the kitchen.

"Annie?" Jeff began frantically looking around not knowing what to do. "Uh…" he noticed his glass of water. "Here," he gently pried her mouth open, "drink this," he made sure she drank the water. Once the glass was empty he threw it aside. "Annie," Annie started coming to, "Annie are you okay?"

"What…what happened?"

"That painting of my ancestor hit you on the head."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it sounded weird. Never mind that; are you okay? How do you feel? How's your head?"

Annie lovingly stared into his eyes. "I think it's my heart I'm worried about."

"Are you suffering from amnesia or something? Should I do mouth to mouth again?"

"I think I'd enjoy feeling your lips pressed against mine."

"Abed hurry up with that ice!"

Abed raced back into the living room. "Has she lost her memory?"

Jeff took the ice and pressed it against Annie's head. "I think she's lost her mind."

"You don't have to make such a big fuss," Annie assured him as she put her hand over his, "I'm alright."

Jeff took the ice off her head and set it on Abed's tray. "You don't need an inhaler or water or anything?"

"Water?" Annie looked over at Jeff's tray. "Where is it? Did you drink it already?"

"No I didn't drink it, I gave it to you."

"You did what?"

"Jeff, it's not a good idea to force liquid on someone who's unconscious or it might…" the sudden realization of the last thing Jeff said caught up with Abed. Panicked, Abed began to let out this high pitched noise.

"Abed," naturally, Jeff didn't understand why Abed was making this noise, "Abed did I break you again?"

The rest of the group ran in from the kitchen. "Aw, man," Troy tried snapping his fingers in Abed's face. "Jeff, did you break Abed again?"

"I have no idea why he's like that! You guys figure this out; I have to get in the shower!" Jeff stormed off muttering about how crappy his day was going.

Shirley noticed the frightened look on Annie's face. "Annie, Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Annie's eyes stayed wide as she nervously nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Dammit!" Britta noticed the glass nearby, "the glass spilled. This must be why Annie and Abed are freaking out."

"Can I point something out?" Troy asked.

"What?"

"If the glass spilled, then why isn't the floor wet?"

Britta felt the carpet. "You're right, the floor's dry."

"Maybe Annie used her magic to clean it up," Shirley suggested. "Is that what happened sweetie?"

"Nah-uh," Annie's expression hadn't changed as she shook her head no.

"NO!" Britta abruptly shouted.

"No what?" Shirley didn't get why Britta suddenly screamed.

"I just read Abed's thoughts."

"Oh," Shirley took a moment to do the same, and then gasped. "OH NO!"

"By all means, please leave me out of the loop," Troy sarcastically acknowledged his presence. "What's going on?"

"Jeff gave Annie the water when he tried to get her regain consciousness."

"So Annie drank the love potion? Annie's in love with Jeff!"

"Madly, hopelessly, passionately in love with Jeff," Annie was referencing to what Britta had said the day before.

"Oh…" Shirley started shaking trying to figure out what to do, "…oh we gotta somehow get Jeff to drink the rest of the potion."

"Um Shirley…" Britta looked extremely nervous.

"What?"

"…there is no rest of the potion."

"Say what?"

"I figured with Jeff's case he'd need a large dose so I poured the entire potion in the water."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Troy and Annie joined in with Shirley this time.

"I britta'd everything again didn't I?"

…

Craig Pelton, Dean of students at Greendale Community College, pulled his car into the driveway of Duncan's house. "Now," he turned to his passenger, "are we going to do this apology the way we rehearsed?"

The passenger, Spanish instructor Ben Chang, let out an angry sigh. "Yes, Dean Pelton."

"And you promise you're going to be civil?"

"Yes, Dean Pelton," Chang responded through gritted teeth.

"And once the school board hears of your apology with Duncan then all our problems will be over."

"Why are you here again?"

"To make sure you do this right. Now let's get this over and dean with so I can get to my Yoga class." Dean Pelton got out of the car and hurried over to the front door while Chang angrily slumped his way over. "Trust me, this is for the best," he rang Duncan's doorbell.

"I hate this! And I hate Duncan!" Pierce answered the door. "You're not Duncan."

"Who?" Pierce than started laughing. "Oh, him," he continued to laugh. "Yeah, he's not here."

"Awesome. Chang you later."

Dean grabbed Chang's shirt to stop him from going any further. "Now I know for a fact Duncan lives here; I've spent most of what I remember of my spring break here with him. My friend Chang here owes Duncan an apology for a few altercations- one involving a restraining order violation- and to get on good terms with the school board about this situation he's agreed to give Duncan an apology. So can we please see him so that we may get this over with?"

"Uh…" a thought occurred in Pierce's mind: just because he couldn't get out of the house didn't mean that other people couldn't get in. And once the women learned of the other two people than the barrier spell would have to be broken and he could go out and have some real fun. "…sure, come on in." After Chang and Dean entered the house, the door slammed itself shut. "Must be a draft or something," Pierce lied when he noticed the somewhat startled looks on their faces.

"So, where's Duncan?"

"Over here," when the two saw Duncan Cat, they screamed in terror. "Ooh yeah Duncan's a talking cat, how terrifying," he rolled his eyes in sarcasm. "Now I'd warn you to get out of here but chances are he's most likely frozen you in your spots."

"What the what?" Chang tried to move, but couldn't. "Oh no he didn't."

"Oh," Dean was trying not to cry, "if I had known this was going to happen I wouldn't have worn this outfit."

"Gentlemen," Pierce stood in front of them with a sly smile, "let's have some fun."

I think I ended this on a cliffhanger. Ooh, what's gonna happen next.

See, not only did you guys get what I promised in the intro, but I did put in Chang and the Dean. You guys have been so nice that it was the least I could do. Oh, and I also taught you some Latin…you're welcome.

So…a potential Harry Potter reference was pointed out. If you guys see anything you think is referential, let me know. I'm still unsure if I snuck in the Hocus Pocus stuff, but I know I've got some other movies in there.

DISCLAIMER: A magically enchanted broom will not appear if you whistle and shout the phrase ROMBO or ROMBO VENIRE. Sorry to dash all hopes of you mortals wanting to ride on a broomstick.

I know Community's thrown in some hard to notice things that are supposed to be in plain sight (Abed delivering a baby, Annie's Boobs stealing the pen while everyone was distracted by the dean holding a puppy, Beetlejuice appearing after saying his name 3 times, etc). I've tried to do that too, but I think I failed. I did purposely adjust the broomstick summoning spell so that it was an anagram for broom. And when doing random magic; Britta snaps her fingers while Shirley waves her hand. Much like those mentioned references, it was in plain sight but hard to notice. But be honest, did anyone notice or not?