Fiona watched as the love dust whirled in the air, disappearing to the great unknown. She was calm at first, but soon after, she flew straight into a panic attack. What if someone breathed the dust in? What if someone realized a love hex was going around? And worse... What if that hex was traced back to them? Fiona was still suffering the consequences of her last unsuccessful spell. She didn't want to imagine what the discipline board would do if they connected her to yet another illegal sorcery case.
The sound of a frog croaking dragged Fiona out of her depressing thoughts. Mr. Froggie sat at the window beside her, blinking his beady black eyes. Once. Twice. Then suddenly, it leaped on her. With a terrified scream, Fiona jumped backward, losing her footing while landing and therefore, crashing to the floor. The frog had gotten off her in the process, much to her relief. It faced her again though, and croaked, its throat swelling. And once more, it made its way to Fiona.
