for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Crucible and the limit, 100 words.
Willamena was thinking. All her friends had partners, many had little witchlings. It was time she found a companion.
The Crucible, where she occasionally enjoyed brews and cast spells with her mates was probably the place to start.
She straightened the point on her hat, shook the dust from her gown and set off on her broomstick.
She ordered a flagon of red wine, a melting-pot of magic potion and made a wish.
Minutes later she met Walter, a wizard who was on a similar mission.
Now, they spend their evenings reading their Witchionary of Spelling and planning their future.