(In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”)
“Mine own invention, my masterpiece; the crowning achievement of my career. Bottled good fortune. Brewed correctly the drinker of this potion will be lucky in all their endeavours, but be warned … excessive consumption is highly toxic and can cause extreme recklessness. Fans of Quidditch were quick to protest that a potion which gives the drinker good luck was hardly fair and use of my potion was banned, quite rightly, from all competitive events … except potion-making tournaments.” – Zygmunt Budge
A bottled potion,
Devoid of emotion,
No matter who it were gifted,
Their spirits automatically lifted.
Only if it were to be true,
A little drop not very hard to brew,
Had it come to my possession,
I would gift a dear friend – no question.
Felix Felicis or more commonly liquid luck.
