Take My Magic For Your Routine

Chapter 3

Hans really had the problems that Rosamunda described in the night at the festival. He lived alone in a little house in the same street in the same village, but it wasn't nearly as pretty nor vivid as Rosamunda's. The yard around was small, without a garden and very dirty. He inherited the house from his father, with whom they lived together until his death three years ago. His father loved him a lot. He made him join the mountain guards, which he didn't mind because he liked nature and had interest in wildlife and didn't let him catch anything around the house with his hand while he was with him. He always had justification for all of his bad habits.

His father was no longer alive; but just as while he was alive, the situation was almost the same. He showered once or less a week; the clothes he washed when they had started to smell, without paying attention to spots, considering them impossible to take off. Most of all he hated to shave his face, and if his superior didn't warn him regularly, he probably wouldn't shave at all.

The house he lived in was the same story. While his father was alive it was more or less clean and yard tidy, but after his death he didn't work at all. Piles of garbage gathered everywhere. From time to time he would broom the house and took off the garbage, but it wasn't even close enough. He had a vacuum cleaner, but he didn't know how to use it and never dusted.

The night at the festival, after Rosamunda left he was singing from joy and happiness because of her promise she would go out with him. Only one thing spoiled his mood - the awkward task that laid before him. When he returned home, he looked around with one long and worried look; he didn't know where to start and how to grow. It came to him to turn the old computer in his living room and search for some blog that would tell him where to start.

That night he didn't go to sleep and surfed until the first sun rays came through the dirty windows. He found a pile of pages with info about housekeeping and read them. Then he started to browse personal hygiene stuff and ordered some online.

It was already becoming day and Hans felt very tired. Luckily, it was Sunday and he didn't have to go to work. He went to his bedroom, dropped dressed like a pyre on his bed and fell asleep at the same moment.

What no one in the merry company at the festival in St. Johann didn't know that Rosamuda had something witchy in herself. She could influence the events with the power of her will. Her inspiration were lots of books on the subject of magic and green witchcraft. She didn't make spells to hurt someone, cause damage or do other wicked things to people, but her basic motive was to gain information about plants and other living creatures and to find connection between her own psychic power, the chemical structure of a herb and the living organism she had to cure. She was a bit of a scientist. But, like in everything else, in the green witchcraft there is no perfection and a woman can make a mistake.

So, that morning with the first sun rays, she took some moon water and put it in a crystal bowl. Then she started to look into the water, but saw nothing. She went out in the yard. The ground around her house was rather vast and there was a vegetable garden planted on it - the garden was fenced with some pine trees with middle height that fitted very well in the whole ambient. It was tidy inside and nicely decorated. Flower beds in which grew edible plants and herbs were rowed one next to another, and space in between was planted with colorful flowers. On the corners grew lying evergreen trees which branches fell outside the flower beds, tall from the stone from which they were made of.

The garden was made for her to feel well inside. In one corner there was a fireplace made from stone where she could make a barbecue, and next to it a wooden table with few benches around. She sat on a bench and put the crystal ball in front of her. Then she said some magical formulas.

In the moon water appeared the picture of the sleeping forester. He slept dressed on the bed in his dirty bedroom. She watched him carefully and saw that his looks don't differ at all from last night and he isn't even wearing his pajamas.

- So, that's how your self care routine looks like - said she thoughtfully. - I will have to interfere.