Four kids. Four lives. All werewolves. All need to decide.
Healers heal.
Enforcers fight.
Potioneirs create.
Banished run.
1~ Pop Goes The Weasel
The bell rings as I open the door. It closes behind me with a loud thud, pushing the cold air back out.
"Buy one get one free." Madame Stella says staring at an old potion label while on an unstable wooden ladder. I stomp my boots. The bell rings over and over again as I do so.
I walk towards the back of the shop, "Madame Stella, are you ever going to retire?"
"Oh, Eiffel!" Madame yells in surprise, climbing off the ladder, falling off the last two steps as I swing my bag on the near by counter. She makes no sound as she walks to behind the counter.
"I am not that old, only a few white hairs!" She says hitting the back of my head. One of my long brown braids comes up and hits one of my eyes, though I ignore it.
"Yea, and the rest are grey!" I say back undoing the knot on my small leather bag.
"Oh child, so what do we have here?" She reaches her skinny arms through the bag.
"Deer blood, Frogs Fungus, Black cat hair, and are these Dragon scales?!" She says doing a little happy dance. She grabs her magnifying glass and holds it over the large silver scales. It shines a small light into the bottle.
"Okay, the Deer blood can get you two minors; Frog Fungi, maybe one medium? Black hair? A minor, and Dragon scales? Four major." She says still looking at the scales in aw.
"I want three minors, two mediums, and five majors." I say confidently, though my insides turn as if it was a bad choice. Madame temptingly looks up at me.
"Always were a bargainer, fine, go chose them." She says with a small smile.
I look at the shelves, the minors first.
Sparklers, Scent masker, Sickness stoppers, I scan the shelves.
Then I move to the mediums and finally the majors.
"I will take three Sleep Slips, two Animal Attractors, three disappears, and two Changers." I say, Madame places the 10 bottles in my bag before closing it up.
"Anything else?" She asks looking at me with eyes filled with curiosity.
"Actually, yes." I say and pull out another bottle of dragon scales.
She looks at them with wide eyes, glee sprinkled in the brown orbs.
"How many weapons can this get me?"
After hours at Madame's shack I left to my family's little woods cabin.
I ended up getting one medium pocket knife and lots of ammunition for my small hand held gun. I also had biscuits and tea with her.
"Paris get down for dinner!" I hear my mum scream from the kitchen.
I take off my snow boots and large winter clothes before putting my bag in the closet and walking into the dining room.
"Oh Eiffel, when did you get home? Have a good day? Go to the city?" My mum blabbers on and on.
"Today was a lovely day, it started with me going to the market and buying a few things, then I went to Madame's, after that I went home and here I am." I explain moving her light brown locks out of the way and kissing her cheek.
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