Potion drinkers

“What do you think it is?” she asked.

He stared at the flask, sitting oh so innocently on the shelf, and tapped a finger against his chin. “No idea. Half-full, but is it because that is the amount or has someone already taken half of it?”

“That would be dangerous.”

“Potion drinkers usually are.”

He always said that, but she had come to ignore his feelings against alchemy. With as many crimes that came about because of potion misuse, it had become too hard to defend them. She kept that to herself. Instead, she pulled out her identification kit. They were running out of supplies, it was really too bad neither of them could recognize what the potion could be.

While she began that process, her partner continued to examine their surroundings for anything else. No other supplies, no other potions. Just this one here, in the dorm room of a missing person.

“I’m going to bet on it either being something for schoolwork or relationships. What about you?”

He snorted. “I told you, I’m not betting on this.”

“Well, it gives me a direction to angle for while I attempt to figure this out. Help me out here.”

“Her grades don’t suggest she’s gotten much help from it, if that were the case.”

The category of potion making she hated the most. “Relationships it is.”