The wrong kind of love
General Sorcerer Daniel Victor raised his head as his latest patient, a young man, came in through the door. He was holding a long stick with large dog at the end. The dog was struggling to get around the pole at him.
Daniel thought a second then said, “I need you to show this. Let the dog go.”
The young man, reluctantly, released the dog. It took a bounding leap towards the young man, knocking him down, licking and nuzzling him. Daniel had to paralyse the dog with a quick spell.
Embarrassed, the young man got up and said, “I don’t understand. He’s never acted like this before. Must be bewitched.”
Daniel asked, “Have you bought any love potions recently?”
The man made to protest then said resignedly, “Yes I did. What of it?”
“I’ve seen this before, most potions don’t make someone fall in love with you but rather amplify any existing feelings for you. The thing is they can affect anyone, and anything” He gestured to the dog.
“Do you give him treats? Talk to him.”
“Well that’s your problem. You’ve fostered an affection. The potion made it stronger”
“But what can I do?”
“It will wear off after a week.”
“A week!” The man gestured at the dog. “What am I to do until then?”
“There is one other way, but it may not work.”
“I’ll try anything.”
Daniel rolled up a newspaper and handed it to the patient. “You know what to do.”