Floo Powder Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, I had to agree with him and our conversation and tension in the room eased up slightly. “I hope you don't mind me asking, what type of powder was used in the explosion?” I closed my eyes and tried to think. Powder brands in the world were vast. I mean, I had an entire business dedicated to cosmetics and there was no end to the fragrances that women wore on their bodies just to keep fresh and clean. “It smelled kind of rosy but how could I know? There are millions of rose scented powder in the world and looking for this particular one is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."