Author's Note: I used ChatGPT for some of this story! I don't own any characters. enjoy
Fumosorcery Flora:
Elevate Your Magical Moments
Appearance:
Fumosorcery Flora comes in the form of enchanted, rolling herb sticks. The magical herbs within glow softly with a greenish hue, and the ends spark with a subtle magical flame when lit.
Effects:
When smoked, Fumosorcery Flora induces a sense of calmness and euphoria. It enhances creativity, making users more attuned to the magical world around them. Colors appear more vivid, sounds more melodic, and laughter more contagious. Wizards and witches often report enhanced creativity and a deep appreciation for the wonders of the magical world.
How it Works:
The enchanted herbs within Fumosorcery Flora have been carefully selected and magically enhanced to provide a unique and enjoyable experience. As the smoke dances with the user's magical aura, the experience becomes a personalized journey, unveiling realms of heightened magical awareness, creativity, or serene introspection.
Side Effects:
Users may experience a gentle case of the giggles, an increased appetite for enchanted treats, and a feeling of contentment. The effects are temporary and wear off after a few hours, leaving the user with a sense of magical tranquility.
How to Consume:
Ignition: Use a magical flame, such as a specialized enchanted lighter, to gently ignite the tip of the MagiCone. The magical flame enhances the overall experience, contributing to the enchanted ambiance.
Inhalation: Once lit, bring the MagiCone to your lips and take a slow, deliberate inhale. Allow the enchanted smoke to weave its way into your senses, merging with your magical aura.
Connection: As you exhale, feel the ethereal connection between the smoke and your magical essence. The herbs' whispers harmonize with your unique frequencies, creating a personalized journey into heightened magical awareness and creativity.
Enjoyment: Relish the effects as they unfold – a calm euphoria, enhanced creativity, and a deep appreciation for the magical world. Colors become more vivid, sounds more melodic, and laughter takes on a contagious, enchanting quality.
Remember, the experience is subjective and may vary based on individual magical sensitivity and aura composition. Enjoy responsibly and in appropriate magical settings.
Lucian Rosier was standing at the far end of the room, amusedly observing a group of young witches and wizards. They seemed to be passing around a MagiCone, filled with Fumosorcery Flora, or as the young witches and wizards colloquially referred to it, MystiGreens. He saw some movement at the corner of his eye, and looked up to see a young witch, who had just entered the room.
Hermione had walked into the house party, and could feel his eyes on her even before she saw him. Their eyes locked and she cocked an eyebrow, surprised to see him there. They had exchanged internal Ministry letters; her work at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures often needed correspondence with Rosier, who specialized in dark magic investigations at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Some of the cases she worked on would inevitably involve the illegal use of dark magic against magical beings. They would exchange frantic letters updating the other on investigation insights. She had seen him across the lobby on a few mornings, when they had arrived at the Ministry around the same time. But apart from that, they had not interacted in-person.
She saw his eyes rake over her body, an appreciative smile lurking on his full lips. She made her way to him and extended her hand. "Rosier, what a surprise."
He took her hand and smiled. "Hermione."
She smiled, at his subtle hint that they adopt a first-name basis. This man had charisma, or, as the younger wizarding generation would say, "rizz". His sharp jawline and naughty eyes made her breath hitch in her throat.
To a third person watching, they looked like acquaintances catching up. But to her, she felt sparks. Not of lust, but of excitement. She loved the attention. She loved feeling like she was being flirted with. She loved feeling wanted, even though she was technically off-market.
She thought about Severus, her husband who would be surely waiting back home for her. Had someone told her when she was 15 that she would end up with Professor Snape, with the most interesting and fun and loving relationship she had ever had, she would have blinked (and probably hexed them into oblivion). She loved and respected the amount of trust they had in each other. He knew that she enjoyed the forbidden flirting. He knew she would always Apparate home a mere 15 minutes after she had left for her sexy, forbidden night, her fingers already pulling his trousers down.
There was that excitingly raw and racy feeling that she could feel in her heart. Her lips dried up and she licked her lower lip with her tongue. Her breath was heavy as she devoured Severus's body with her eyes. She fumbled with his clothes, planting furious kisses on his neck. It always drove her to the edge, how much she loved him. It was almost holy to her, their trust and openness.
They lay in bed later that night. A warm, golden pulse of light emanated from the MagiCone in her hand, as she turned to look at him. "What's Professor Snape's favorite type of cannabis?"
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "And what would that be?"
She lay her head on his chest. "Slytherin' Sativa, it's known for its smooth and sneaky effects!"