Noxious fog

“That’s…kind of what I just said. Sorry, how do you know me? I can tell I offended you at some point, and I apologize for that, but I offend so many people—” “BAH!” She threw a fistful of vials at our feet. My first instinct was to put myself between Grover and danger. Grover’s first instinct was to put himself between me and the same danger. We ended up running into each other and both being directly in the splash zone. Five different fragrances splattered us from the waist down. A noxious purple fog started to rise around us. I recovered my senses, yelled, “Aeaea!” (because it was on my mind), and blasted the potion fog right back at Filomena. “Ack!” she complained, now speckled head to toe in magical whatever-it-was. “How dare you!” She burst into a fine rose-scented mist.


WotG pg.144