The Heaven Affair

Just the two of us

Willow looked around the streets. There was barely anyone out there as usual. Mirstone was usually quiet. The only people that came there were very very lost travelers, or people requesting help with the supernatural. 

There were a few slightly run down shops. Willow had never really been in any of them. The only one she had been in was the one she was about to enter. 

Befourtune was one of the oldest stores in Mirstone. The owner was even older. Lady Blanche Seyward (no one was really sure where the lady part came from) claimed to be a specialist in the psychic arts, which was a fancy way of saying she was a psychic. 

Usually Willow wouldn't believe jack shit that psychics said, but with Lady Seyward, anything was possible. She didn't look a day over thirty but there was a picture of her taken in the early 1900s on her desk. Who knew how old she was? 

As Willow opened the door, chimes above it tinkled lightly.

"Welcome child" an airy voice said. "Give me your list and I'll give you the items you need." 

Lady Seyward always seemed to know what her costumers were thinking before they said it. Aside from being  a psychic, Lady Seyward seemed to have great knowledge about the supernatural and sold all sorts of ritual items. 

Willow handed the list over to Lady Seyward. The psychic's strong hands brushed against Willow's. She was surprised how warm they were.

"Your friend is in the back." Lady Seyward said. "Come back in five minutes. And watch the glass."

Willow wasn't sure what the last part meant but it was best to keep it in mind if Lady Seyward said it. 

After wandering into the back room Willow saw the skinny bespectacled form of Henry. He was reaching for a jar of...something on the wall. 

"Hey Henry." she said. 

Henry jumped and the jar of something crashed to the ground. Glass scattered everywhere. So that's what Lady Seyward had meant.

"Willow. Hi." Henry said. He was a tall boy with messy blond hair and black wire-rimmed glasses. He was painfully skinny and couldn't walk far without his inhaler. He was nothing too remarkable on the outside but Henry was a literal genius with actual mad-scientist flashes. Despite his craziness he was a good friend and one of Willow's favorite two people in the world. 

"Sorry." She said, watching the glass as she stepped over it. "What were you doing?"

"Attempting to cultivate some samples." Henry said, adjusting his glasses. 

"So stealing?" Willow asked, jabbing him in the side. 

"No, cultivating." Henry said. "Illegally." 

It was awkward standing in the cramped back room so the pair made their way back to the front desk. 

"I was hoping you'd clean up the glass." Lady Seyward huffed. "Your things are on the counter. Tipping is recommended for your positive karma." 

"I'm a little scared not to." Henry muttered, slipping a dollar bill into the tip jar. 

Henry picked up the bags with a grunt. "ritual crap is...heavy" 

Within seconds he was wheezing. 

"Where's Eddie? He could probably carry them back faster then you could." Willow said. 

"I got it." Henry wheezed. "Eddie, he went back earlier."