He had knocked over the broom, this morning, when he’d opened the pantry to retrieve some dried herbs.
Grayson picked it up immediately, as to avoid the implied bad luck that came with leaving a fallen broom to rest. He did not, however, consider the implications of the broom falling over in the first place.
Grayson did not receive company; it was just an accident.
Just because he practiced witchcraft did not mean that every random happenstance need be attributed to some old superstition.
He had patrons, certainly, and if one really wanted to push the issue he supposed the could be referred to as guests, but they were temporary and expected since his comfortable home also doubled as a storefront. Therefore, he tucked the broom handle more securely into the nook beside the pantry, and went about his business, which was preparing tea and charms and sachets for exhausted valedictorians or anxious housewives, or desperate entrepreneurs.
There was a noticeable chill in the air, the kind that rode the forefront of an oncoming winter. It wasn’t enough to make Grayson close his windows, because he didn’t want to lose the breeze that was imperative for pushing negative energy conveniently out his back door. So to compensate for the crisp early morning he had pulled a gray sweater, that was threatening to fall apart at any moment, over his t-shirt. It was not the most professional looking outfit when paired with worn blue jeans, but no one really seemed to notice. It certainly did not stop aforementioned valedictorians and housewives from hitting on him.
Well, he assumed they were hitting on his based on how little he knew about flirting. Coy looking smiles, and half-lidded gazes in an expression that seemed out of place when they were asking for herbal teas or crystal amulets. Grayson’s responses to their efforts had little variation, he would adjust his glasses or ruffle his unruly mop of curly, black hair as he shuffled, nervously, but he would always thank them for their patronage.
At the moment his home was empty, which was... unusual given the time of day.
He left the kitchen and walked down the hallway to the garden, fingertips drawing over the various plants that occupied his home in excess; hydrangeas for purification, chrysanthemums for protection, and bluebells for luck. All pulled from his garden, which he discovered was also unusually unoccupied when he poked his head out the back door. His brow furrowed as he moved back into the house, closing the door. The fingers of his left hand fidgeted with the band of golden calcite strung around his right wrist as he returned to the front of the house to close that door as well, there was a cheerful-looking sign pinned to the knocker that would reassure any passing visitors that he was still open for business.
Perhaps he would use this free time to check the e-mails he had been avoiding from the Lieutenant at the local police station.
Grayson picked it up immediately, as to avoid the implied bad luck that came with leaving a fallen broom to rest. He did not, however, consider the implications of the broom falling over in the first place.
Grayson did not receive company; it was just an accident.
Just because he practiced witchcraft did not mean that every random happenstance need be attributed to some old superstition.
He had patrons, certainly, and if one really wanted to push the issue he supposed the could be referred to as guests, but they were temporary and expected since his comfortable home also doubled as a storefront. Therefore, he tucked the broom handle more securely into the nook beside the pantry, and went about his business, which was preparing tea and charms and sachets for exhausted valedictorians or anxious housewives, or desperate entrepreneurs.
There was a noticeable chill in the air, the kind that rode the forefront of an oncoming winter. It wasn’t enough to make Grayson close his windows, because he didn’t want to lose the breeze that was imperative for pushing negative energy conveniently out his back door. So to compensate for the crisp early morning he had pulled a gray sweater, that was threatening to fall apart at any moment, over his t-shirt. It was not the most professional looking outfit when paired with worn blue jeans, but no one really seemed to notice. It certainly did not stop aforementioned valedictorians and housewives from hitting on him.
Well, he assumed they were hitting on his based on how little he knew about flirting. Coy looking smiles, and half-lidded gazes in an expression that seemed out of place when they were asking for herbal teas or crystal amulets. Grayson’s responses to their efforts had little variation, he would adjust his glasses or ruffle his unruly mop of curly, black hair as he shuffled, nervously, but he would always thank them for their patronage.
At the moment his home was empty, which was... unusual given the time of day.
He left the kitchen and walked down the hallway to the garden, fingertips drawing over the various plants that occupied his home in excess; hydrangeas for purification, chrysanthemums for protection, and bluebells for luck. All pulled from his garden, which he discovered was also unusually unoccupied when he poked his head out the back door. His brow furrowed as he moved back into the house, closing the door. The fingers of his left hand fidgeted with the band of golden calcite strung around his right wrist as he returned to the front of the house to close that door as well, there was a cheerful-looking sign pinned to the knocker that would reassure any passing visitors that he was still open for business.
Perhaps he would use this free time to check the e-mails he had been avoiding from the Lieutenant at the local police station.
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