Witchy
Adora read the ingredients over and over again, but something seemed off about it. She knew that frogs feet were definitely a part of the potion, but bat brains didn't seem accurate. Becoming a potions master was hard work, and the extra courses she was taking helped her in spotting discrepancies within the textbooks.
Currently she was working on the latest homework assignment given by the instructor in her kitchen of the small cottage. She read it over again and was positive that the potion in the book was outdated and wrong. With a sigh, she picked up her quill and dipped it into ink, crossing out the bat brains text.
"Wings. I bet its bat wings. But one or two?" She mused over the thought, placing the quill down and idly picking up the wooden spoon to stir the contents already in the boiling cauldron on the stove.
The door to the cottage opened, Catra stepping in and shaking the umbrella. "Hey, Adora. I'm back!" She called into the open area, placing the umbrella beside the door to dry. "Thunderstorm in the daylight. You know what that means!" She chimed, walking into the kitchen and placing a quick kiss on her wife's cheek.
Adora hummed in response before shaking her head. "Wait, what? What does that mean?" She asked as she stopped stirring and placed the wooden spoon back onto the counter.
Catra shifted her weight onto one hip and placed her hands on them in mock disappointment. "Oldest superstition! It means a witch is getting married."
"Superstition you say?" Adora chided with a smirk. "It literally thunderstormed while sunny on our wedding day."
"And it was the perfect witch wedding." Catra concluded, moving to sit on the small stool. "How goes the academy homework?"
Adora sighed in response. "I know this potion is incorrect in the book. This recipe is so old and outdated. The ingredients don't grow or nurture the same anymore. I'm trying to find out what to replace certain things with to make it work." She explained, looking into the boiling cauldron again.
Catra listened, her tail softly swaying back and forth. She loved hearing Adora talk about a potion. There was such a deep interest in her tone, the determination to get it right. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure. These courses are meant to challenge you. Won't become a master potion maker overnight."
Nodding, Adora turned to face her wife and leaned against the counter. "I've finished the others that are going to be tested. It's this last one I can't figure out. Bat brains don't do well in any potion. Especially with pieces of frog, snake, or any other creature. It goes better with plant based potions." Adora rambled as her thoughts raced.
"Slow down there. I think you may be overthinking it." Catra mused, resting her chin in her palm. "Maybe it was simply a typo."
"Huh, you know I hadn't thought about that." Adora turned quickly to look back at the potion's use and chuckled. "I think you're right. It's not a bat, its rat. That makes sense. Rats are extremely smart, and using their brains in this potion just makes sense."
"Using anything over a dead man's toe makes sense in my opinion." Catra scuffed.
Adora grabbed a jar from the fridge and portioned out what she needed, adding it to the cauldron. It bubbled and gave a soft purple glow before the liquid seemed to come to a complete standstill. "It worked!" Adora shouted in excitement.
"You're welcome." Catra got off the stool and walked over to look at the potion.
With her close now, Adora wrapped her arms around Catra's torso and pulled her in for a soft kiss. She pulled away with a warm smile. "Where would I be without you?" Her voice was low and just as soft as the kiss.
Catra rested her forehead against Adora's and sighed. "Probably still dancing under the moonlight naked." She laughed when that earned her a soft slap on the shoulder. "I love you, dork."
"I love you too." Adora smiled, pulling her wife into a deep kiss. They stumbled out of the kitchen toward the single bedroom in the cottage, interlocked as the passion between them grew hotter.
Adora forgot to put out the fire under the cauldron.