After fifteen minutes, I have to do some incantation over the potion. “nunc obliviscere me, obliviscere me in aeternum.” I repeat the chant five times as instructed before straining the potion into a glass container. Honestly, it seems too easy, but I’m not about to ask Stevie for her help.

Clover is crying in the basement, huddled up on the bed, when I open the door. “Well, Clover, I hate to break it to you, but today is eviction day.”

“Really? You’re letting me go?”

“Assuming this potion works, then, yes.”

“What is it?” she asks.

“If I told you what it was, then you wouldn’t know if it works or not.”

“Will it kill me?”

“Sadly no, now are you going to drink, or would you like to continue being a freeloader in my basement?”

I hand the vial to her outstretched hand, her fist clutching it tightly before she downs the amount that I gave her. I watch as she gags slightly as the sluggish potion drips down her throat. A smear of the green liquid is in the corner of her mouth and it looks foul.

After a few minutes, Clover looks around the room questioningly.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Blair,” she states. Hmm, maybe it doesn’t work.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Where am I?” she replies, and I try to hold back my smile.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I really wanted ice cream,” she says.

“That’s right, and you bumped your head and I brought you here to make sure you were all right.”

“That’s nice of you,” she replies, and I smile and nod my head.

“I think your head is fine now. Do you want to go home, Clover?”

“That would be nice. I feel tired.”

“Hitting your head will do that to you. I’ll call you an Uber,” I tell her as we walk upstairs.

I put in the address of Clovers’ home into the app, only five minutes out, thank god. I need this girl out of my house.

“You have a nice house,” she says.

“Thanks, Clover.”

“You don’t come around the coven much.”

“The coven doesn’t really like me,” I tell her.

“Only because your mom told us to stay away.” Another ding on the side of not feeling guilty about my recent parricide.