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a great distraction from what had taken place a couple hours earlier. I snagged my apron off the hook next to the counter and put it on.
Mr. Prince Charming jumped up next to the cauldron and watched as I ran my hand down the ingredient shelf. The Calendula glowed, letting me know it was the perfect ingredient to add to my potion for Hazel’s pulled deltoid. It was a wonderful homeopathic ingredient to help heal wounds.
I sprinkled a dash of the orange ingredient into the cauldron. The thick murky liquid rolled to a boil. The ladle stirred in a counter-clockwise circle three times before changing course to stir in a clockwise circle.
The moving liquid deep in the cauldron swirled the potion to a pink with red accretions on the bottom. It smelled of the most fragrant roses.
“Hmmm.” I took a nice long whiff. It was one of the most fragrant potions I could remember. I smiled, knowing how much Hazel was going to benefit from the special potion.
This was one of the main reasons I loved being a witch. To actually be able to help people with their real problems.
The bell over the door dinged and I stuck my head out from behind the partition to see Faith making her way back to the counter, only to be stopped by Hazel.
I put a sprinkle of Bellis perennis in the cauldron for good measure. As it aids in healing cuts and wounds it would give Hazel a boost to her immune system, not that she needed it.
The baby blue bottle from the shelf glowed. The pink butterfly on the bottle lit up and sparkled, letting me know it was the perfect bottle for Hazel’s potion.
Gingerly, I picked it up off the shelf and smiled. I remembered the day the bottle appeared and I had wondered who the special bottle was meant for.
My eyes slid down the shelf, taking in all the bottles that had appeared in my life. Some days there were more bottles appearing than I had space for, but if they showed up, then I knew they were for me to use on someone special.
When I made a special potion for someone, the bottle that was intended for that potion and that person aligned and would glow so I knew it was meant to be.
I uncorked the top and let it dangle from the brown cord attached to the neck of the bottle and held the bottle over top of the cauldron, allowing the potion to magically transfer from the cauldron to the bottle.
I quickly grabbed the spray bottle that held the cauldron cleaner and spritzed the inside so it would be ready for the next time I needed it.
“I see that you two have met.” I walked around the counter where Faith and Hazel were still chatting.
“Yes, we were just getting acquainted.” Faith looked at me. “Did you know that Hazel lives in the new development?”
“I did. We met last night.” I held the pretty butterfly bottle to her. “She’s got a rotator cuff issue and her doctor said she might need surgery, but we are going to try rubbing this on morning and night. All over your shoulder, down your arm and under your armpit.”
Hazel repeated the direction.
“Don’t worry.” I stuck my hand in the front pocket of my apron and pulled out a card with instructions that just so happened to appear as I need them. I loved how that happened. “Here are the directions in case you forget.”
“Can I take your photo for the art gallery?” Faith asked.
Hazel proudly held the bottle up to her face and smiled real big for the camera as Faith clicked away.
“Now, you two need to come by and see my rose garden. I’ll make up a pitcher of tea.” Hazel paid me for the potion. “Stop by anytime. No need to call!”
Faith and I waved Hazel goodbye.
“I’m so glad you are here.” I glanced around the shop to make sure no customers needed me. I motioned for Faith to follow me behind the counter. “I heard your report in the paper about Patty.”
Since Petunia had notified everyone, I knew everyone knew and it could be discussed outside of Oscar’s pending investigation.
“It’s terrible,” she said. “But he
Mr. Prince Charming jumped up next to the cauldron and watched as I ran my hand down the ingredient shelf. The Calendula glowed, letting me know it was the perfect ingredient to add to my potion for Hazel’s pulled deltoid. It was a wonderful homeopathic ingredient to help heal wounds.
I sprinkled a dash of the orange ingredient into the cauldron. The thick murky liquid rolled to a boil. The ladle stirred in a counter-clockwise circle three times before changing course to stir in a clockwise circle.
The moving liquid deep in the cauldron swirled the potion to a pink with red accretions on the bottom. It smelled of the most fragrant roses.
“Hmmm.” I took a nice long whiff. It was one of the most fragrant potions I could remember. I smiled, knowing how much Hazel was going to benefit from the special potion.
This was one of the main reasons I loved being a witch. To actually be able to help people with their real problems.
The bell over the door dinged and I stuck my head out from behind the partition to see Faith making her way back to the counter, only to be stopped by Hazel.
I put a sprinkle of Bellis perennis in the cauldron for good measure. As it aids in healing cuts and wounds it would give Hazel a boost to her immune system, not that she needed it.
The baby blue bottle from the shelf glowed. The pink butterfly on the bottle lit up and sparkled, letting me know it was the perfect bottle for Hazel’s potion.
Gingerly, I picked it up off the shelf and smiled. I remembered the day the bottle appeared and I had wondered who the special bottle was meant for.
My eyes slid down the shelf, taking in all the bottles that had appeared in my life. Some days there were more bottles appearing than I had space for, but if they showed up, then I knew they were for me to use on someone special.
When I made a special potion for someone, the bottle that was intended for that potion and that person aligned and would glow so I knew it was meant to be.
I uncorked the top and let it dangle from the brown cord attached to the neck of the bottle and held the bottle over top of the cauldron, allowing the potion to magically transfer from the cauldron to the bottle.
I quickly grabbed the spray bottle that held the cauldron cleaner and spritzed the inside so it would be ready for the next time I needed it.
“I see that you two have met.” I walked around the counter where Faith and Hazel were still chatting.
“Yes, we were just getting acquainted.” Faith looked at me. “Did you know that Hazel lives in the new development?”
“I did. We met last night.” I held the pretty butterfly bottle to her. “She’s got a rotator cuff issue and her doctor said she might need surgery, but we are going to try rubbing this on morning and night. All over your shoulder, down your arm and under your armpit.”
Hazel repeated the direction.
“Don’t worry.” I stuck my hand in the front pocket of my apron and pulled out a card with instructions that just so happened to appear as I need them. I loved how that happened. “Here are the directions in case you forget.”
“Can I take your photo for the art gallery?” Faith asked.
Hazel proudly held the bottle up to her face and smiled real big for the camera as Faith clicked away.
“Now, you two need to come by and see my rose garden. I’ll make up a pitcher of tea.” Hazel paid me for the potion. “Stop by anytime. No need to call!”
Faith and I waved Hazel goodbye.
“I’m so glad you are here.” I glanced around the shop to make sure no customers needed me. I motioned for Faith to follow me behind the counter. “I heard your report in the paper about Patty.”
Since Petunia had notified everyone, I knew everyone knew and it could be discussed outside of Oscar’s pending investigation.
“It’s terrible,” she said. “But he
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