The Pack's Rebels
As the witch continued on her way, Meguitte poured a little of the clear liquid into a glass, before lifting it to her lips and taking a swallow.
“Eww,” Harry pulled a face. “Meguitte! Nasty. Go brush your teeth now.”
Meguitte laughed under her breath. “It’s okay, Harry. I just needed to make sure…” Her stomach settled. “That it works.”
“What’s it meant to do?” Jules wondered.
“It finishes a spell that went wrong many, many years ago, and gives someone freedom to choose a different future,” she explained. “Don’t touch these components,” she warned them. “I will move my supplies to our warehouse myself.”