Witches can never be trusted

She looked towards the door and motioned for me to open it. As I opened the door, a wave of distress subliminally fell over me, I felt as if I was letting a murderer enter my house, but I knew it was too late to make her leave.

"What a gentleman," she said as she entered my tower. She was greeted by my central living room, and looked impressed by my humble abode. "Nice place, I like the architecture."

I was still suspicious of her, but carried on anyways, I motioned her towards the couch and offered her a seat. "Don't mind if I do," she said.

She sat down and began to look around. Before her eyes stumbled on anything of value, I offered her some tea. "Do you have camomile, dear?"

"Of course, I'll go grab some real quick."

I went up one story into the kitchen and opened up my cabinet. I looked in and wuickly realized that I did not have any of that specific tea. I stood for a moment before I noticed a pink and orange tea box in the back labled "Love Lavender."

"I remember this," I quietly muttered to myself. I flashed back to a traveling merchant coming to my tower and offering a tea that would make any girl head over heels for you after one glass.

"It's worth a shot, " I again muttered to myself. I poured some water into a glass and dropped the tea bag into the glass. I pointed at the cup and muttered the spell, "solarus contanium!" The glass soon glowed red and the tea began to boil.

I walked back downstairs with the glass in my hand to her walking around my living room, continuing to browse over my valuables.

She quickly turned around and put down an urn that I had recently aquired. "Oh uh, I was just, uh, looking around!"

I handed her the glass of tea, she looked up with a smile, "You are just too cute." She remarked.

We both sat down at the couch as I shot a flame into my fireplace. The pit lit up and soon we were nice and cozy. Before long she had drank all the tea and I was just waiting for the result.