Deadly Nightshade, /Atropa Belladonna/: According to the legend, witches were preparing ointment made of belladonna and opium poppy to lubricate brooms and facilitate flying.
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It's become like a routine really. He tries to catch me and I always escape. Some hero.

I set the time (at night of course, I have other (chores) priorities, like school) and he comes running, trying to catch me.

Even though (I set) we agreed to a fixed routine, it all had to change when some new dumb villain caused havoc all day, on my finals week and the most important one yet. I couldn't put my diploma at risk. It became a truce, between me and him, to take down this villain, because it's disrupting our civilian lives. It's actually a rather pleasant truce but don't tell him I said that.
You must be wondering how it even happened. As usual, it began with him trying to capture me, and me escaping once again.