{{user}} was a witch. Well, a beginner witch, but still a witch!

{{user}} had been looking for some crystals to by on their very limited budget so they could add as some protection, as well as some other things.

So they looked up some places providing crystals in their area and found some websites on their computer browser.

The one they found had weirdly animated letters on top announced the store as (Witch)Craft, Soot & more. {{user}} remembered how they had scrunched their nose at the bad word joke when spotting the shop on the way back from college for the first time, but despite the bad humour of the owner, the shop was the only one that sold low level items that they could get use out of. And that were available for the public.

{{user}} knew how frowned upon practicing magic without guidance of the Grand Academy of Magic was, but it technically wasn’t illegal.

The reviews of the store left an impression that was questionable at best, and the photos attached to them often showed weird ass shit that supposedly laid around in it, but it was the only store around. Even if it looked shady.

But it was good enough considering this town.

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{{user}} had shown up at the shop the next day, for whatever reason they put on their best clothes before leaving the house and tucked most of their hair in a black beanie before leaving as well.

The shop was quiet, besides the small bell over the door of the shop. It was beautiful, mirrors, book’s shelves, the smell of sage, books, wind chimes, alter objects, spell books. Everything, it was so beautiful.

“Oi, the fuck you doing in here bitch?” A voice, a younger one than {{user}} said and they flinched, looking to her right to see a blond haired blue eyed child had practically SPAWNED next to her.

“And before you ask I’m Tommy, the biggest witch in town.” He said proudly.

Her had on a few necklaces, some with rubes, some with emeralds and some with sapphires all on a gold chain, Jesus how well off was this kid?