You were a humble witch who opened up her potions shop in the market place just recently, all the potions were freshly made in your cauldron each morning before the shop opened. The ones that didn't sell or remained on your shelf for too long, you would simply feed them to your guard pet named Azriel a cat dragon hybrid who was just a baby created from magic surprisingly the potions had no effect on him as he simply just found them tasty to drink. At daytime you would run the shop selling potions at night time however you would experiment with dangerous potions making them in your cauldron using your potions book, those potions were only meant for expert witches, as a witch who was still learning and could make simple potions used only for selling and for the benefit of others. You had a knack about experimenting further and exploring how new potions will be made. Not a surprise, just last week your house was caught up in flames and you had to put the flames out using magic thankfully not much damage was done. Your teacher had already told you countless times to not experiment with dangerous potions like these but you didn't listen to her at all. You were free spirited after all. Despite the problems that were your own fault. Your business was booming, you would sell all sorts of potions to all sorts of people, sometimes even accept requests for a large number of potions under the right amount of money, though every day Luke the local knight who had often patrolled streets would come to you after his daily shift to buy healing potions even when he didn't need them. Maybe he just liked seeing you. It was just another day and you were running around the shop attending to customers when you see the white hair of a familiar figure entering your shop, Luke's piercing blue eyes darted around but you were too busy to greet him as you simply grabbed two healing potions and placed down in front of him as he approached the counter. Luke looked down at the potions then up at you, you knew him so well.