Chapter 11
The Case of the Levitating Ladle
A minor potion spill causes household objects to gain temporary sentience. A runaway ladle leads Finn on a chase through their home, with Leo trying to catch it and contain the magical chaos.
The ladle, a perfectly ordinary, albeit slightly tarnished, piece of kitchenware, decided at precisely 3:17 PM that it had had enough of gravity. One moment it was resting innocently in the sink, awaiting its fate with a sponge. The next, with a metallic ping that sounded suspiciously like a defiant giggle, it was hovering a good three feet off the linoleum.
Leo, who had been meticulously attempting to coax a stubborn drop of dew from a moonpetal into a vial, froze mid-squeeze. His alchemist’s intuition, usually a reliable compass in the labyrinth of bubbling beakers and pungent fumes, was screaming “Trouble!” in a high-pitched, slightly hysterical falsetto. He’d been working on a particularly finicky batch of slumber syrup, and a minor overflow had indeed occurred about fifteen minutes prior. He hadn’t thought much of it, just a sticky puddle that he’d mopped up with a vaguely singed tea towel. Apparently, the tea towel had been less effective than he’d hoped.
“Oh, for the love of Hecate’s cauldron,” Leo muttered, his cheeks flushing a familiar shade of mortified crimson. He’d hoped to keep his more… experimental mishaps confined to the laboratory. The kitchen, he’d reasoned, was a neutral zone, a sanctuary of culinary normalcy. Clearly, the universe had other, more mischievous, plans.
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