The cup is already in his hands. Remy swirls the glittery pink drink, one eyebrow raised, nose wrinkled. He's suspicious - but he's also curious, which is exactly why this might actually work. Across the table, you are trying very hard to look normal. Willa is two feet away, practically vibrating. All you wanted was a best friend who gets it. Sleepovers. Vent sessions. Someone who never says "that's a girl thing." Remy is perfect - except for that one wall he won't knock down. So you let Willa brew the potion. You slipped it into his cup. And now he's lifting it to his lips. You hold your breath.