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Fic: Instant Witches' Brew: Gen
Title: Instant Witches' Brew
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
Notes: This is from my Were & Nightwalker AU where Holmes is a vampire and Watson is a werewolf. It also features two OC's a charwoman (and witch) named Hecate and her partner Sylvie. I got the idea after watching a 1998 film called Halloweentown starring Debbie Reynolds. She puts a packet of Instant Witches Brew in the microwave and buttons are Bubble, Toil, and Trouble. And later her potion doesn't work and she says, 'I knew I shouldn't have used instant.'
Question for the reader: What is Watson's prize at the end? I would love to read your ideas.
“What is it?” I asked. I might not have been able to read my nightwalker as easily as he read his were, but every day, my literacy was improving. Something was up.
“I’ve had the most singular discovery at the tobacconist’s.”
He tossed something. I caught it. It was a sealed square paper packet, of the kind sold at chemist’s but larger.
“Surely you don’t have a headache—”
My words died when I read the name printed on the front.
Hecate’s Instant Witches’ Brew
“Oh, my, could this be our Hecate? The char woman turned witch?”
“Signs point to ‘yes,’” said Holmes as he settled himself into his armchair. “Look at the back.”
I read. I laughed.
“There’s a promotion. Purchase ten of these and send the wrappers by post to this address to receive a prize. Oh, Holmes. We must visit this address tomorrow at first dusk.”
“Yes. It will be good to catch up with Hecate—”
“And Sylvie.”
“—I suppose it is inevitable that an enterprising witch like our friend would go into business.”
---
“Madame, two gentlemen who insist on speaking with the proprietress. It is a matter of the Instant Brew—”
“Of course it is!” cried a familiar coarse voice, growing louder. “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, the instructions say ‘Bubble, Bubble, Toil, then Trouble.’ If ya don’t put it on two cycles of Bubble, then it ain’t gonna—AYYY, MISTER HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON! AS I LIVE AND BREATHE! SYLVIE! COME AT ONCE! OUR OLD FRIENDS IS HERE!”
“You’re doing well, Madame,” said Holmes, grinning as he held up the Instant Brew.
“Truth. Dem packets is making us a packet. Putting a good bit by. Got my eye on a little cottage by the sea. SYLVIE! Oh, there you are.”
“Hello, gentlemen,” said Sylvie warmly. “It is so good to see you. Please, come in. We’ll put the kettle on.”
--
…two of us spent so much of our life up to the elbows in soaps, me washing the rough and Sylvie handling the delicates, that we decided to turn our noggins to the making of ‘em ,soaps, that is, with a bit o’ magic. And come to find out, powders is powders, and you can make a standard witches’ brew just as easy.”
“You are a remarkable person, Hecate,” I said. “From char woman—”
“And murderer,” murmured Holmes under his breath.
“He deserved it,” retorted Hecate in her own mutter.
“—to witch, and,” I frowned remembering, “magician’s assistant.”
“Yup.” Hecate nodded.
“And authoress,” I added.
“Now, now, It’ll All Come Out in the Wash: Incredible Tales of an Extraordinary Charwoman
was written by somebody named Sudsy Laundress. Who knows who she is?” said Hecate with a wink at Sylvie, who shook her head fondly.
“And now maker of patent potions,” I finished. “But,” I fished out nine more packets, “I would like to claim my prize.”
“Another satisfied customer. Sylvie, fetch it for him.”
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
Notes: This is from my Were & Nightwalker AU where Holmes is a vampire and Watson is a werewolf. It also features two OC's a charwoman (and witch) named Hecate and her partner Sylvie. I got the idea after watching a 1998 film called Halloweentown starring Debbie Reynolds. She puts a packet of Instant Witches Brew in the microwave and buttons are Bubble, Toil, and Trouble. And later her potion doesn't work and she says, 'I knew I shouldn't have used instant.'
Question for the reader: What is Watson's prize at the end? I would love to read your ideas.
“What is it?” I asked. I might not have been able to read my nightwalker as easily as he read his were, but every day, my literacy was improving. Something was up.
“I’ve had the most singular discovery at the tobacconist’s.”
He tossed something. I caught it. It was a sealed square paper packet, of the kind sold at chemist’s but larger.
“Surely you don’t have a headache—”
My words died when I read the name printed on the front.
Hecate’s Instant Witches’ Brew
“Oh, my, could this be our Hecate? The char woman turned witch?”
“Signs point to ‘yes,’” said Holmes as he settled himself into his armchair. “Look at the back.”
I read. I laughed.
“There’s a promotion. Purchase ten of these and send the wrappers by post to this address to receive a prize. Oh, Holmes. We must visit this address tomorrow at first dusk.”
“Yes. It will be good to catch up with Hecate—”
“And Sylvie.”
“—I suppose it is inevitable that an enterprising witch like our friend would go into business.”
---
“Madame, two gentlemen who insist on speaking with the proprietress. It is a matter of the Instant Brew—”
“Of course it is!” cried a familiar coarse voice, growing louder. “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, the instructions say ‘Bubble, Bubble, Toil, then Trouble.’ If ya don’t put it on two cycles of Bubble, then it ain’t gonna—AYYY, MISTER HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON! AS I LIVE AND BREATHE! SYLVIE! COME AT ONCE! OUR OLD FRIENDS IS HERE!”
“You’re doing well, Madame,” said Holmes, grinning as he held up the Instant Brew.
“Truth. Dem packets is making us a packet. Putting a good bit by. Got my eye on a little cottage by the sea. SYLVIE! Oh, there you are.”
“Hello, gentlemen,” said Sylvie warmly. “It is so good to see you. Please, come in. We’ll put the kettle on.”
--
…two of us spent so much of our life up to the elbows in soaps, me washing the rough and Sylvie handling the delicates, that we decided to turn our noggins to the making of ‘em ,soaps, that is, with a bit o’ magic. And come to find out, powders is powders, and you can make a standard witches’ brew just as easy.”
“You are a remarkable person, Hecate,” I said. “From char woman—”
“And murderer,” murmured Holmes under his breath.
“He deserved it,” retorted Hecate in her own mutter.
“—to witch, and,” I frowned remembering, “magician’s assistant.”
“Yup.” Hecate nodded.
“And authoress,” I added.
“Now, now, It’ll All Come Out in the Wash: Incredible Tales of an Extraordinary Charwoman
was written by somebody named Sudsy Laundress. Who knows who she is?” said Hecate with a wink at Sylvie, who shook her head fondly.
“And now maker of patent potions,” I finished. “But,” I fished out nine more packets, “I would like to claim my prize.”
“Another satisfied customer. Sylvie, fetch it for him.”