fandomtownies | The Magic Box, Monday

There was only so much inventory a witch could do before she started getting twitchy, and Surreal wasn't exactly a center of tranquility at the best of times. Or ever.

So she'd called in a battered little journal and set to work. It was one thing to sell the ingredients for potions...why not have a few of the finished products available? Tersa and Titian had taught Surreal many of the basics of a Widow's craft - at least, the ones she could master as a non-Widow - and she was a fair hand at potions. A better hand at poisons, to be sure, but... practice makes perfect, right?

Bubble bubble toil and trouble... the Magic Box is open, but don't drink that one. Or that one. Surreal might just laugh if you do.