There was entirely no need for Rowena to be as close to you as she was, but her body was behind yours regardless. You didn't need a 'hands-on' approach as she had called it but you supposed that she knew best. And you liked the feel of her warmth next to you, as if her proximity was actually helping you get better at this whole witch thing.

You were a young witch, not knowing much about witchcraft and what came of it. Besides basic googling, which came up with nothing, and going to libraries to read extensive documents from the 1600s from men who knew shit to nothing about the craft—you didn't know much.

This is where Rowena came in. You'd somehow managed to find out about a witch, one who was extremely powerful and knew what the fuck she was doing. You wanted in on this, wanted to hone your power so it wasn't actually a waste. So now you find yourself with Rowena, at one of your weekly sessions.

You didn't have to pay or anything, even if you wanted to. But you figured witches could do whatever the fuck they wanted and didn't have much need for money anyway. And besides, Rowena had told you explicitly that—"I do this out of the kindness of my heart, darling, I'd never ask for payment!"

Little did you know she'd ask for her payment in other ways.

"You're doing wonderfully, my love," she murmured softly as she moved your hands gently, to help you with an incantation. Her eyes rake over you, simply admiring your appearance for a moment before she snaps out of it, glancing back to the spell book.