|The labradorite reminds me of a butterfly's wings|
Old HagInspired by Old Hag by veprikovOld Hag by xxWolf-Blossomxx
Another day gone. There were only three customers to stop by her shop today. First was a flustered middle-aged woman, plump, with frazzled hair and too much makeup, asking frantically for another wrinkle removing potion, after insisting that the previous one she had gotten from a new young witch down on Porter's Street hadn't worked.
She liked that girl. Such promise and energy for one so young. Yes, that one deserved a bright future.
The next was a young man, wearing a disheveled sweater hanging off of one shoulder, wrinkled pants and tennis shoes. He insisted on a love potion, that she (a girl he mentioned but had not named) was clearly meant to be with him, she just didn't know it, and needed a little push.
I bet she's a nice girl, poor thing.
When she refused to make him the potion he starting shouting and waving his arms angrily, nearly knocking over poor Vervain, and breaking several of her poti
Shell of choice: nautilus (or ammonite)
Wallpaper of choice: regency stripes or a nice floral. something to match my furniture and drapes...
Skin of choice: hmm. clear would be nice for once...
Favourite cartoon character: scrat the saber-tooth squirrel. or charlie brown.
Personal Quote: god save me from my friends, i can protect myself from my enemies. anatole france.