A bell signaled his entrance into the magic shop.
“You’re late.”
Ms. Margerie St. Croix, a witch-sister of the Green Witch Coven refused to look up from a catalogue of dried herbs as the door to Wand, Sword, Cup and Coin clicked behind Dandy Darkly.
“Margerie, I'm so--”
“That’ll be Miss St. Croix, and apology accepted, Mister Darkly.” she took her eyes from the hardbound book and scrutinized the warlock from his frilly shoes to his lace ascot to the shiny plastic brooch hot glued to the brim of his miniature red bowler hat. She looked him in his pancake pressed face and deadpanned, “New look?”
