As soon as she added the warm water, naturally the flame fizzled out of existence. Everything in the bowl now looked ordinary as possible- no glow, no blue flame, not even any steam like the holy water still in the pot she set aside.
Gretel inhaled deeply as she tossed a thin cloth that would act as a sieve- the little knot of anticipation nerves in her stomach were a manifestation of something more than just working this spell for the first time- and it had everything to do with Sam. She wanted so badly for this to work for him.
"Ready?" she asked, sighing out that breath as she strained the tonic into a small, empty bowl she'd set aside.