Scrapped

Morgan poked the floating leg in her cauldron with a wand, pushing it back into her concoction.

She wrinkled her nose. Mystical fog filled the room, weighing down the air with an unnatural thickness. The smell was absolutely atrocious. Morgan created a simple layer of magic on her nose, making sure she wouldn't breathe in anything inconvenient.

She couldn't die, of course, but it would be incredibly annoying to deal with.

Human limbs could be such a hassle to add to her potions. It was unfortunate that most of them required the ingredient, however.

Morgan reached for her stash of cut human tongues to her side, then blinked when her hand hit the woven grass bottom of the basket. She turned to look at an emptied supply.

"Titania, did you take the tongues?" She called, letting her voice be amplified by a burst of magic. "If you did, you better give them back."

A head popped out from the doorway, peeking into the misty room.

"I did, sorry." Titania chirped quickly, then fluttered off and back into their shared home. Morgan stared at the spot where she used to be, dumbfounded at her audacity.

"Oh my Merlin." Morgan buried her face in her hands. The potion bubbled beside her, but she didn't pay the useless thing any mind. "I'm going to have to make another batch."

Grabbing another human would take so much time, she despaired. The current contents of her cauldron would not last until then. So much time and effort into her project, only for her to have to scrap it and start anew.

Spitting a curse that ripped through the mist to go hunt down a certain fairy queen, Morgan stood and collected her temper. A long walk was what she needed to calm down. Perhaps a visit to the outside world would do her a favor.

Morgan sighed as she grabbed her broom, still a bit put out.

Hopefully her dress wouldn't be ruined by the blood this time. Cleaning the red stains was always such a chore.