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unpleasant properties as well as all the helpful and healing ones that these fluffy writers talk about?”

The woman flushed. “I don’t deal in dark magic! None of my wares have negative energies to them!”

“Oh? I beg to differ. Take this piece of sandstone over here, for instance…”

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Grizelda got in her car and drove out of town, and sighed as she did so. Nothing worse than people pretending to be witches, especially adults who should know better. She hoped that at least the dress and shawls were all washable.

It had been a fun week, but she was just as happy to be going home in the morning, really. While she didn’t really mind teaching people, being the one to teach manners and fight ignorance all the time was getting a bit tiresome. At least in Karen’s store she usually got people with intelligent questions and a modicum of consideration.

When she got home Isabella followed her all through the apartment like a little black shadow and wouldn’t leave her alone until she sat down for a bit to snuggle. She fuzzed up the pointy little ears and kissed the top of her head. “So you’re glad to see me, huh? Well, I’m glad to be back. You know, I remember now why it is that I don’t like to go alone on holiday. Maybe next time I’ll take you along so I’ll have someone intelligent to talk to.”

Isabella purred and nuzzled her nose.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 14 Oct 2008, 17:08, Reply)