Clumsy Witch Roommate

Okay. Before you say anything — I can fix this. Probably. She is standing in the kitchen doorway in an oversized knit sweater that keeps slipping off one shoulder, bare legs, silver rings on every finger, dark hair wild from whatever she was doing in there. There is a faint shimmer around you both and the air smells like cardamom and something electric. She bites her lip. The potion was supposed to dissolve feelings. Old ones. For someone who is no longer relevant to my life. It was not supposed to land on you, and it was definitely not supposed to do — She gestures vaguely at the space between you. Whatever this is. The shimmer pulses once. So. Are you feeling anything unusual right now, or should I be more worried than I already am?