June 15th, 1706

I've been thinking about Todd a lot these days. I've included an entry from my old diary in an attempt to keep the memory fresh.

The good news, the man's hangover was gone. The bad news, there

was now a frog sitting on my table.

Well, that wasn't supposed to happen. I watched the frog-that-was-

once-a-man stumble around as he got acquainted with his new

body. He was large frog, easily the size of my hand. At least no one

would confuse him for a real frog. Well, that was the hope, anyway.

The frog ribbited rather angerly at me. "I know, I know! I'm looking

into it. Just, don't go anywhere." I flipped through the book, looking

for an antidote to an unknown potion. Here's where I have to admit

something. I'm a new witch. More an apothecary than anything. I

haven't studied under an older, more experienced witch yet, so my

only knowledge on spells and potions was my potions book. One

that had been written a hundred years ago in a forgotten language. I

thought I had figured out the language, but apparently eye of newt

and eye of frog looked very similar. I had used the later.

"What if you drank it again? Would that turn you back, or turn you

into a double frog?" I was grasping at straws. The frog man gave me

a scathing look, one of those 'I so wish I could kill you right now' kind

of looks. I slammed my book shut. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing

about a frog-reversal potion.

"I'm gonna be honest with you. I got nothing. But-" I held up a finger,

cutting off the frog man before he could protest, "But, I know of a

witch just a few towns over. Maybe she will have a cure. We can leave

tomorrow." The frog man harrumphed, as much as a frog could

harrumph. But he seemed willing to wait.'

To keep a very long story short, the other witch had no cure aside from true-love's kiss. Of course, we tried kissing, because it would just be so poetic for it to be that simple, but no such luck.

So that's the story of how I got my familiar. Todd still hasn't given up on becoming human again, but he's content to spend his days with me, helping traveling adventurers in their quests. One of my favorite groups seems to come by a lot. They're on a quest to save a princess right now and had promised to bring the princess back with them. They kept mentioning fairy tales I had never heard of before. Written by the Grim brothers, I think? Anyway, they seemed confident, and Todd seemed hopeful. I'm happy for him, but I hate to think about Todd leaving one day. I've grown rather fond of him. Is it possible for love to grow slowly? I'll have to write to my mentor. Maybe I should try kissing Todd again.

Oh, I have to go, a customer just walked in.