This was written as a short activity for a writing course I recently completed...hope you like it!
Love potions are not banned. Apparently they are not considered ‘dangerous’ enough by the Federation of Witch Hunters to warrant even strict regulation. Fools.
Angel, my sister, blames herself. I can understand that. I blame her too. Before she gave in to her vanity we were leading normal lives. Well as normal as our kind can.
The object of Angel’s desire, Brad, was a year above us in school. Sure he was good looking and he had an apprenticeship at a real professional football club at only sixteen, but he was not a nice person. Just like his sister Jess, who was unfortunately in most of my classes, he delighted in ridiculing and humiliating people. Everyone would laugh because they thought he was so cool. Maybe that’s why I didn’t talk Angel out of it; maybe I wanted him to suffer a little bit too.
Unfortunately we either made it too strong or he was hiding some feelings of lust for Angel that the potion exacerbated the hell out of because one day we were invisible and the next he was a scary, obsessive love machine! He literally jumped her during morning registration – right in front of the teacher who had to haul him off. The look of abject horror on Jess’ face almost made it worth it. No on second thoughts, it didn’t.
I chewed on already stubby nails and looked at Angel. She had a slightly shocky expression on her face, that ‘no-one’s home’ look. I had to get her out of there. I briefly considered jumping out the window and dragging her back home to cook up an antidote, but there were twenty eight other horror-struck kids in the classroom and I didn’t think we needed to draw more attention to ourselves. So, stupidly, I decided to wait it out.
After school I had hockey practice, Angel had a piano lesson and Brad had football. I knew this because Angel had spent the last three years rushing me to get a quick look at Brad as he came off the pitch. My brilliant plan was for us to split up, find our teachers and respectively cry off, rush home and make the antidote. Preferably one you throw in someone’s face. They work the quickest and Angel could get him after football and make it look like she was in a fit of temper. What could possibly go wrong?
Well unfortunately Brad had a brilliant plan of his own. He lay in wait for Angel behind the music block. Luckily her screams alerted the teacher but nothing we said could stop him from calling the police and Brad was arrested for attempted rape. Angel refused to press charges but he still lost his place at the football club, his Dad left his Mum and she overdosed on anti-depressants.
Based on this incident the Federation of Witch Hunters are considering reclassifying love potions.