a self-fulfilling prophecy

"Good morning, darling.” She greeted the grey tabby with a smile as she carefully placed a bowl of food in front of the cat. Dressed in one of her fancy looking nightgowns, she made her way from the kitchen in de back to the front door of the shop and turned the ‘open’ sign around. The silver haired wizard woke up with a strange feeling this morning, something she couldn’t really explain nor understand. Not only because the weather was very gloomy. Overall it just felt like a dismal day, but also as if something big was going to happen. Oh well, If only that would be true. The city of London, and specifically this old and dusty alley was far less exciting than she would’ve guessed. And beside that, she didn’t have had any customers in days. How long before she wouldn’t even be able to afford this slum of a ‘house’? The whole situation started to worry her, and worrying would turn her old until not even an Ageing Potion would be able to prevent it.

The ringing of the bell at the entrance of the shop made her snap back to reality. A customer, and at this time of the day? She turned around so their gazes could meet. “Welcome,” She politely greeted the stranger. “Please, take a seat. I’ll put on the kettle.” The witch continued as she gestured towards the small, wooden table in her shop. She turned around and made her way back to the kitchen to boil the water for the tea. It didn’t take her long to return with a beautifully decorated tea set, supported by a chic looking tray. After carefully placing the cups and teapot on the table and serving the customer some tea, she sat down across from the stranger. “So, what can I do for you on this.. gloomy day?” She asked them calmly while locking her eyes with theirs, wondering if this had something to do with the strange feeling she woke up to today.