A Dash of Belladonna

Dearest friend Tomorrow I fly to New Zealand a country where my future master will no doubt teach me the deepest secrets of brewing the most marvelous miraculous and magcal potions. Perhaps he will teach me how to make an invisibility potion? No no. Too mundane. Im sure hell teach me the sort of magic that paints the Milky-Way with the stars the kind that swaps the sky with the still ocean or the ones that make fireflies dance in winter. Okay all of those are illegal but a girl can dream right? Ma of course thinks Im going to get kidnapped by some moustache-twirling villain and become embroiled in a magical struggle thats been brewing for centuries. If I had a say Id add a dash of danger and adventure in there. Why stop at getting kidnapped? Why not rebirth an ancient magic everyone thought was extinct? What would I do if I find myself in a series of such non-sensical events? Who knows? But I promise you I wouldnt give up without a proper magical fight. Your Fantabulous Friend.