Demelza Devon got home early that night as usual she dumped her bag on the dusty table in the corridor and took a deep breath of fresh musty air. Spending all day in a lovely bright white and clean air conditioned room that smelt like peppermint was not her idea of paradise. No she much preferred the dank, dark, musty, stuffy, rank, stale unventilated underground house that she called home along with her only companion a black cat called timothy.

She entered her kitchen looking for timothy of course he wasn’t there but she new exactly where he would be, in the bathroom. Now this bathroom wasn’t an ordinary one where the bathtub should have been there was a fire place with a cauldron boiling over it full of a green rusty coloured thick liquid bubbling happily giving of a rather foul stanch of rotting frogs legs. Where the sink should have been there were shelves full of ingredients but not ordinary ingredients things like ginger and flour maybe a bit of spaghetti no these shelves were full of magical and mythical things, there was vampire fangs and hairs off a unicorn light of Zeus and eye of newt. As Demelza entered there timothy was brewing some sort of concoction in the toilet bowl. Now don’t get any ideas about this toilet being bright white and normal of all things it was so brown and disgusting if you didn’t know it was toilet you’d think it was someone’s mould garden. And if you are thinking it is weird for a cat to be brewing a potion in the toilet bowl you obviously have a lot to learn about magic.

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