a/n: i got inspired from curlscat, whom you should check out~

don't know when ill continue this, so let me know if you want me to !

Daphne was in the kitchen, stirring something that left a perfume of lavender into the rest of the house. Lavender, a popular plant in the gardens of witches, was often used in protection spells. Sabrina, who had grown accustomed to the many smells that Daphne's potions could create was happy, as this particular scent was rather refreshing. Sabrina hummed a tune, a repetitive happy beat, to a song she had long forgotten. Before making her way to the front door of the tiny apartment, she stopped to see how Daphne was doing on the protective spell for Charming, who became paranoid after watching Ghost Busters. Sabrina found that fact particularly funny, but Daphne had taken it all in stride and was working on his potion now. Her smock is tied around her tiny waist, with her hair pulled out of her face.

"Wow, Daph, this is great. Hopefully, we'll be able to ship out half of the orders tomorrow."

"I've been doing so much spell work today, I can't wait to sit back and relax," Daphne said, rolling her shoulders.

Sabrina nods, understanding the sentiment. Having a respected witches practice was taxing.

She hops over to the front door and opens it with a practiced grin. She is welcomed by someone who looks to be a little older than her, a man with green shifty eyes and nervous hands. This is not uncommon; some of her customers are uncomfortable with magic, which is understandable.

"Welcome to Magical Messengers! How may we—" She is abruptly cut off, when the man walks in around her, barely paying attention to the annoying tagline that she and Daphne parroted every time they opened the door for a customer.

"I need a love potion." He says it like it's an order like he expects her to hand it to him.

"Those are, unsurprisingly, extremely illegal." Sabrina wonders if he's joking. Her eyes shift to the door that had been left ajar and hopes her nosy neighbor, Pinocchio, isn't listening in. He was not fond of witches, a fact he made very clear on numerous occasions. She sighs, and starts ushering him back outside.

"I'm sorry that we can't help you. Magical Messengers wishes you a fantastic day!" Daphne had tried to persuade her into saying 'have a magical day' but that was too cheesy. Sabrina stares at the man in front of her, who has no interest in leaving. He looks at Sabrina and squints as if he's debating whether to drink the milk that he found in the back of the fridge. She is slightly amused, but mostly, annoyed.

"Here, official notice." He passes her a thick creamy envelope and waits, as her eyes scan the details of the letter. Even in her hands, she can tell it's expensive paper, and the royal seal is hard to miss. Her eyes flick back from him to the letter a few times.

"Wait… King Oberon? Jeez then that makes you-" And for the second time since meeting her, he cut her off.

"Yes, it's me- Crown Prince of Faerie, and more importantly," He smiles, "The Trickster King."

He looks at her for a moment before snapping his fingers, "Love potion. Now."