"Why do the townspeople fear you?" he mumbled through a mouthful of porridge. The sweet aroma of herbs got into his nose swiftly as she sat by the fireplace from a cup of tea. The sweet smell of jasmine made his mouth water.
"Because I can do they can't," the witch replied calmly. He put down his porridge, interest lighting his gaze.
"Like what?" The witch shot a withering glare at him, her fingers tightening on the china teacup.
"Mind my own business, for one," she snapped.
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As always, genders or even supernatural species may be reversed.
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