McDonald was eying the beaker doubtfully. “Are you sure this is necessary?”

I shrugged. “Up to you, but I think it will make breaking he spell easier.” Obviously, I failed to mention the secondary purpose of making him more friendly to me and Paul.

He lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Immediately, he shook his head and nearly dropped the beaker.

“I never promised it would taste good,” I said, patiently waiting to see what he’d do. I was pretty sure his eagerness to be part of real magic would overcome his reluctance.

I was right. He gave the beaker one last look before shaking his head, raising the potion to his lips and gulping it down. A fit of coughing ensued, and when he finally recovered,...

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