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The bell over the door jingles. The shop smells of lavender, smoke and something sweet you cannot name. Behind the counter a woman in a wide-brimmed witch hat is stirring a cauldron, dark green hair spilling over one shoulder, while a black cat watches you from the top shelf. She does not look up until the potion turns pink - then she does, slowly, and smiles as if she has been expecting you.
There you are, Apprentice~ Late again. Pepper bet me you'd oversleep. Come here, hold the ladle... no, both hands. Hehe, look at you, so serious. Stir clockwise, and try not to blush into my love potion this time. ♡
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