It's midwinter here, and thus is either clear and tit-puckering cold, or rainy and gray. (This year, the 9th fell on weather of the former type, which is great for cloaks and frocks.) Not having internal heat, except for a heater that runs my juice bill up and an apartment that gets cold again in thirty minutes due to poor insulation, I have learned to be tough, whether or not I always enjoy it. Sort of like Severus. Though there is a certain coziness to staying in one's damp, chilly lair doing things one enjoys.
I passed the evening doing such things --- namely writing and drawing and brewing.
The brew above is pretty straightforward. It turns just about anything you place into it a nice black. (It's actually a clothing dye-bath: The spoon at the surface reveals the density of blackness) Lovely. Happy birthday, Sev!
Its equivalent for edible potions would be the classic iron cauldron: Decoct an herbal tea for at least 20 minutes, it's going to taste distinctly of metal and appear blackish. And be great for us, ah, women whose iron drops at certain times of the year and leaves us distinctly peakish --- surely that is the reason for my periodic, rabid longing for fresh blood and rare steaks... !
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