She refused to cast the spell the first few dozen times I asked. But eventually, after promising to leave her alone forever, after I'd fetched her a few rare and precious spell ingredients, she agreed.
I gathered all the required items, and under a full moon, she laid them out.
"Focus on her, fill your mind with her name, her scent, all that you know of her. And then she shall be yours, once the water turns golden."
She stared at the water blankly.
"And it's failed."
"What? Does that mean she already loves me?"
"No, means she hates you."
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