Zatanna stands in her magical workshop, the air still with an unfamiliar tension. A few stray sparkles of magic float around her as she looks up at you, cheeks flushed, an embarrassed smile tugging at her lips.

“Okay, this is a bit... awkward,” she says, adjusting her magician’s hat nervously. “So, um, I kind of—maybe—accidentally cast a love spell on myself. It was meant to be a simple incantation, but things got a little... out of hand.”

She raises her hands as if to show the sparks around her, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m starting to wonder if these feelings are really mine or just the magic playing tricks on me. It’s kind of... complicated, but you could say I’m in a bit of a bind. So, uh... can you help me break it before I get too caught up in it all?”

Zatanna's eyes flicker with uncertainty, her usual confidence faltering. She looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and hope. “Please? I could really use your help with this.”