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War Water (also called Iron Water) is a powerful tool in witchcraft used for protection, hexing, banishing, and warding off enemies. It originates from Hoodoo, Appalachian folk magic, and other mystical traditions.
Uses of War Water:
• Protection – Sprinkle around your home to create a spiritual barrier.
• Banishing – Throw it where unwanted people have walked to remove their influence.
• Cursing – Toss onto an enemy’s property to bring discord and bad luck.
• Warding Off Negativity – Add to floor washes or sprinkle near entrances.
• In Spellwork - Use in rituals for breaking curses, creating wards, or calling upon warrior spirits.
Needed:
• Rusty nails (or iron shavings or railroad spikes)
• Water (preferably storm or river water for extra potency)
• Salt (black salt for cursing, sea salt for protection)
• Cayenne pepper or red pepper flakes (for aggression and strength)
• Vinegar – Used to sour relationships in cursing spells.
• Mugwort or Rue – For added spiritual power.
Instructions:
Place the rusty nails or iron in a jar. If your nails aren’t rusty, leave them in water for a few weeks to oxidize. Fill the jar with water. Use stormwater for aggressive energy, river water for powerful flow, or tap water if necessary. Add salt and herbs and let it sit for at least a week. The longer it sits, the stronger it becomes. Some witches let it develop for months. Shake or stir when using, the rust, herbs, and salt should be well mixed before application.
“. Broken glasses .”
Pairing: James potter x Reader
Synopsis: After a Slytherin hex shatters James Potter’s glasses, he’s left half-blind and too stubborn to admit he needs help. Sirius won’t stop teasing, Remus tries to keep peace and you step in to repair his glasses. James drops his bravado and hates admiting how much he feels weak around you.
Point of view: Second-person ( “. He saw you .” )
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
a/n: Pretend James can’t see without glasses:))
James Potter wasn’t blind. Or, well, not usually.
But today? Yeah, sort of.
The hex had come from nowhere — end of Quidditch practice, broom slung over his shoulder, laughing with Sirius about some new “signature” move he was convinced would win them the Cup. Then a flash of green zipped across the pitch, his glasses snapped clean in half, and the world went… blurry. Just like that. He’d caught most of the pieces before they hit the ground (and swore very loudly when one lens bounced away into the grass). The Slytherins responsible were already halfway down the pitch, laughing their stupid asses off.
So now here he was.
Hunched over a table in the common room like an old man reading the Prophet. His hair, which never behaved anyway, was sticking up even worse than usual. His nose was practically touching the parchment, and every time he muttered at it, it looked like he was trying to scare the ink into behaving.
“Prongs,” Sirius finally said, after watching for maybe ten minutes, “you look like somebody’s granddad. You know the ones who shout about prices going up and how the Cannons used to be good? That’s you right now.”
“Shut it, Pads,” James muttered without even looking up.
“You can’t even see me to tell me to shut it.” Sirius leaned back, grin stretched wide. “Merlin, I should get you a cane. Or knitting needles. You’d look good with needles.”
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