Alli splutters wordlessly for a second, then settles on looking alarmed. "Okay, and- who are you, exactly? And how do you know this? Magic is addictive, what do you mean, is this like coffee or like heroin or what?"
"There's- a group of people who know about-" she waves her hands somewhat confusedly, "-all this. They're called Watchers. My parents are both Watchers, so I kinda grew up with it." She hems and haws for a second. "Closest to alcohol, I'd say."
"Aw, damn, am I gonna - anyway yeah there was a thing. It said it was a Power That Be? Power That Is, I guess, there was only the one of it?"
Emma stares. Then, in a strangled voice, she says, "Well, no one can accuse you two of having lives that are boring. You had a Power- gods all, when this is over, I need a drink."
Things are starting to be added to heat. Very carefully and with Emma occasionally contributing chanting, the potion is taking form. Mix, stir, add things, chant, repeat. Emma wasn't kidding about it being complicated.
After about five minutes, Alli dubs the potion ignorable enough that she can return to an actual conversation. "Your life," she informs Soph, "is both wickedly cool and insane as shit. Like, what the hell, man."
"It seemed annoyed about having to show up? It said that usually there's dreams and Bella didn't have any dreams."
Emma is making herself an Understatement of the Century award when she gets home. Along with a very strong cocktail.
"We didn't annoy it. Particularly. More annoyed than it was already by having not given her any dreams."
Emma sighs. "I didn't mean that time, just- if they show up again. Or something. I know you didn't annoy them on purpose, since you are not currently in a Hell dimension."
"...Sorry. Not the time. I was just, um." Shocked? Floored? Moderately horrified? The Powers That Be. "Surprised. Breathe, okay? They're not irrational. You'd have to be actively trying to annoy them for them to get actually mad."
"Yeah, see, that face? That face is my past two hours. Welcome to being me right now."
"Okay, but that is like- one baby piece. In a world that now has demons and vampires and gods. And the one cool thing is magic and it's apparently addictive. You see where I am maybe not liking today?"
Alli shrugs, as much as is possible while stirring a potion. "Not your fault. It's just- it's shitty, right? Magic's too cool to stop using." She pulls a couple of vials out of her pocket, chugs one and rolls another in Soph's direction. "Have some Pick Me Up. As long as we're addicted anyway. What's one more feel good potion?"
"Uh, wow, I feel like I'm in a bad PSA. No thanks? I might not be addicted yet?"
She speaks the last chant over a bowl Alli offers her, and then looks at the recipe, which has been residing in front of Alli. "Now what?"
She dumps Emma's chanted-over bowl into the cauldron and turns the heat up. "Now- we boil it for half an hour, simmer it for three hours, and then we get to do that stir every hour thing we all think is deeply shitty. Thus. Pick Me Ups. We can stir in shifts, I guess, but no one here is about to get a hell of a lot of sleep." She offers one to Emma.
Emma isn't wild about the idea of taking untested potions from a teenager, but she feels like she's sort of gotten herself stuck with it by standing up for the thing in the first place, so she drinks it. And then regards the bottle with appreciation. "Not bad. Careful or I'll take it with me to the hospital for my ER shifts."
"It's- basically coffee. It shouldn't make a difference, at least for tonight? But trust me, hospital coffee is not something one drinks willingly."
"I'm not going to double up-" and the look she gives Alli is full blown I Am A Nurse And Trained Medical Professional Face, clearly meaning and you shouldn't either, "because we all need some sleep. But if you'd rather make yourself a mocha, go ahead."
"We have an actual coffee machine but I'm not patient enough -" Soph wanders towards the cupboards where the instant coffee lives. "Um, my dad is going to be home in a couple hours."