#magic store

When your aunt died, you had been left her old shop, leaving you as the new manager. It was a lot of work but she had spent a long time working to teach you magic and make you a responsible witch like she was, so you felt like you had to hold her legacy and make sure that her shop succeeded. Through university you had met a couple of different witches through the Wicca club, although most of them were complete fakes, wishing they had some form of power but never would. It was surprising by how much business you did get, even if there were few customers, they always bought a lot and returned to the store.

The door chimed as a blond woman roughly your age entered the shop. She was attractive and definitely your type, but you hadn’t gotten to know her yet so maybe she was a complete arse. The woman had never been in your store before, so you didn’t know if she was a real witch or if she was someone interested in witchcraft and wanted some crap to pretend, they could control the dark arts.

“How does that work?” She asked pointing to a floating object on display.

“It’s magic, my dear,” you smiled fondly, trying to sound powerful and mysterious which wasn’t accurate to yourself.

“I would assume in a magic shop,” she shrugged.

You gave her a sheepish smile, realising it was a rather crappy comment to make, seen as if she were a witch, she would know what was and wasn’t magical.

“Actually, it’s battery powered,” you admitted. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

“Um… my friend Giles said you’d have some supplies for me.”

You let out a noise of excitement, realising who she was. The woman before you were Buffy Summers, the current Slayer. Her watcher, Giles had been close friends with your aunt and had taught you a thing or two about magic and all the things that lurked in the dark. He was a good man, so any friend of his, especially the slayer, was a friend of yours.

“You’re the slayer,” you smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Leaning over you grabbed a box you had reserved of a variety of things that Giles had telephoned, saying that he needed them. You placed it on the counter for her.

“How much do I owe?” She asked.

You shook your head. “On the house Buffy, on one condition though.”

She narrowed her eyes at you. “What?”

“Come back for a chat sometime, I’d like to get to know you better,” you smiled softly.