Hope stopped by
The Curiosity Shop before going home. “Hey, Aija.”
“Good afternoon,
Hope. Have you come to buy something, or just take up table space?”
She smiled.
From anyone else, the greeting would be rude. “Actually, I wanted some
advice.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. Okay, here
goes: theoretically speaking, if I wanted to curse someone’s shampoo to make
their hair fall out, how would I go about that?” she asked, trying to appear
innocent.
“Just the one
bottle or any shampoo they use for life?”
“Just a specific
bottle. Like a prank, but without Nair.”
“Right…that does
have an unpleasant odor. Well…wait, are you just curious, or is this going to
come back on me in the form of a vengeful paladin?” Aija was a magic
practitioner originally from Sweden
The teen
caved. “Yeah, alright, I was thinking of actually putting the plan in
practice…but I really don’t like this person! How could you tell, though?”
She patted Hope’s
shoulder. “Magic is serious business, even when it’s relatively harmless.
Don’t worry—if the person you’re mad at is truly awful, they’ll get what they
deserve. They always do.”
“Thanks, I think.
So, what you’re saying is that karma or fate will step in, in the end?”
The shopkeeper
nodded. “Pretty much! Is there any more wisdom I can impart?”
“Um…not that I can
think of right now. Do you mind if I do my homework in the back? I don’t really
want to go home, yet.”
Aija
shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.”
Happy Thanksgiving!
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