Verona Hawthorne was one of the most well-known witches in the continent. She was a master with potions. She was rumored to have been trained by none other than the Monarch of Magic, Hotaru.
She wasn’t the most popular around other witches, however. That was because everywhere she went, crows and ravens flocked around her. She was never, ever seen without one hovering nearby. Occasionally, other species of birds would follow too. This wasn’t due to any spell, it just… happened. Not like she minded.
Why did that cause witches to hate her, one may ask? Many witches had bird familiars. They didn’t exactly like it when their feathered friends abandoned them in favor of another witch.
Despite her abilities, Verona was a sickly girl. She’s occasionally pass out mid-spell (another reason she stuck to potions) and tended to grow I’ll easily.
it was yet another cloudy day at the forest clearing where the witch lived. Looking out of the window of her modest hut, Verona hummed thoughtfully.
“It’s been gloomy a lot lately; I wonder if it’s a sign of anything…” she mused. When a crow perched on the sill cawed for her attention, she smiled and stroked its sleek, black feathers. She had to admit, she favored crows more than any of the other birds that loved to gather around her. Stereotypical as it was, she just… liked them more. It had nothing to do with their feathers, which could be used in many potions.
“Then again, it could be rain,” she said to the crow. “maybe then, people will let me have a day of rest. It does get tiring brewing potion after potion, even for a good sum…”
right as she turned around, a knock sounded from her door.
She groaned. “who is it?” she said in the calmest voice she could muster.