She entered the shop on light feet, eyes darting around — not with nervousness like many would, because of the content behind Hex’s walls, but with curiosity and intrigue. Investigative spirit had lead Hayden to the store before, following town hall logs and myths all around Eden in search for answers to unsolved murders and hunts for the supernatural. She was as nosy as she was invested in the mythos of Eden … and though the darker side went off misunderstood and underreported, she was interested in rectifying that.    “   No.   ”   Hayden said, not turning her attention from a display of dried herbs. Fresh out of Eden High as soon as the coming weeks were over, the only thing keeping her from losing her mind were series of newspaper clippings and new adventures.   “   Well, not something to buy.   ”   Voice is flat, almost bored, and incredibly serious.   “   I’m a reporter,   ”   There’s some level of hesitation. Small stature, youthful features — it’s clear she … isn’t. Student with a notebook and unlimited free time, maybe. Wannabe reporter just didn’t have the same ring to it. Neither did that title for the Eden High Gazette. 

at her admission, azula’s mystic gaze lowered into slits, wondering if not for purchase, then why enter a business? she was on her feet, as always. after losing her father to an unsolved murder, she was always on high alert. her mother’s disappearance however, didn’t seem to have that same affect. there was something strange about it, but no one could figure out why. “a reporter, ah,” her tongue clicks off the roof of her mouth before standing up straight, hands placed over her hips in a more business-like stance. sexy was for the customers. her exotic beauty helped to sell things. “you’re lucky i’m bored. it’s been a slow day.” the girl’s youthful appearance and doe-eyes were a few of the reasons why azula decided to come around the counter before inviting the girl to sit with her on a couch, positioned against a wall for those who enjoyed hanging out in the shop. “now, what might this be a report on?” no one solved her father’s death, and azula turned down every reporter who asked about her mother’s disappearance. if they weren’t going to investigate who killed her father, then why should her mother be any more important? because people liked her more? well, not azula. 

lilith liked dealing with her own supplies, knew what to look for and what to pick. from something as deadly as monkshood, to anything for a mild headache. her garden was always fully stocked, and the darker things lay in the cellar. “just looking.” gloved hands danced across items. just because she had everything, didn’t mean she didn’t like looking. “you do palm readings? i’d like to know when i’ll die.” there’s humor in her tone, poking fun of the shop. but hey who was she to judge? a girls got to make a living.

“sure,” azula suppressed a small chuckle. her shop didn’t do palm readings but they did sell the means for one, and if she wanted to get conned out of some money, why deny her? it’s not like she has a whole lot of pride in hex. the store was her mother’s. for most azula’s life she was forced into working here and hated it, but now that her mother was gone — she could do whatever the hell she wanted — including scamming locals. “but if you’re here to mock, then why come at all?” not one to hide from confrontation, the witch circled around the counter and stood before the other woman, her arms crossing over her chest. 

occultism was not apart of her daily life. interest lacking, as well as purpose. letha has enough trouble as is without getting herself mixed up with witchcraft and all things satanic. but evidently not better things to do. because as the day comes to a close, she stalls her trek home by entering an unfamiliar shop.   “   uh, no. i’m just — browsing.   „   procrastinating my next babysitting shift. a sigh escaping as she moves farther into the shelves and books stacked, only to make a u-turn at its end.   “   actually … do you have anything interesting ? i mean, a real page turner. something to keep me up at night.   „ 

“well,” a soft, red smile curves the witch’s lips, “we don’t really sell horror stories.” hex wasn’t a gimmick. they weren’t in the business of scaring people. they believed in servicing the witches while simultaneously opening others minds to the practice of witchcraft. as a teenage girl, it was the most fun azula has ever had. “we have a book on the salem witch trials though. more than two hundred people were accused. thirty were found guilty, nineteen of whom were executed by hanging,” azula steps out from behind the counter and closes some distance between her and the blonde. “there’s also a spell book — with enough practice you could have anything you want.” 

🥀  —   (   EIZA GONZALEZ, FEMALE, SHE/HER   )   You’re looking for AZULA SANTANA? Town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the  27 year old WITCH and shopkeeper at Hex with an unadulterated love for red lipstick, street racing, and a sexy wardrobe is easy to spot. With Marina and the Diamonds How to Be a Heartbreaker set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re vampish, and yet fun. I just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons