I would love to tell you how to do all three of these spells. However, us witches learn our crafty words through an apprenticeship. You will never see our secrets in print although many have tried only to have the pages burn right up! Power shared is power lost!
I will however share this poem with some secrets in it!
A descendent of the witches race
At night I dance with a moonlit face
My steaming cauldron of witches brew
Bubbling over like a bubbly stew
Honey, Begonias, and Lillies of the Valley here
No thornapple or nightshade so have no fear
My intentions are positive and sweet
I focus my energy from my hands to my feet
Whether for the Kids, Kats, or Fernandos of the world
I cast my words as I swirl and twirl
I infuse them with love and light
While a cresent moon blazes bright
Before I know it my spells are all spun
And POOF! My work is all done!