They say witches are not to be trusted. The phrase is rather quaint, but I've endeared a different philosophy. Witches are the picture of good. Nobody else is as like to punish you for your missteps.

It had happened so quickly. That's not to say I didn't know what I was doing or that I didn't enjoy every fleeting second, but it's not every day you get a customer so rambunctious that escalations take place over the course of half a minute.

'Escalation' may not be the best choice of words given the outcome, but I rather prefer the irony.

“That dress fits you pretty well,” he'd said to me with a voice scooped up from turgid seawater. He already had a miasmic air about him. Sometime after that, he was already wondering aloud how pretty I looked without the dress. I entertained his line of thought for a few moments, but when his interest peaked, I'd decided that it wasn't good enough that his attempt at a pickup line had simply fallen short. Rather, I thought the rest of him should follow suit.

I smirked wide as he started, engulfed by the same violet aura that he then saw in my eyes, in which his own locked firmly. All of his bluster shrank away almost as fast as he did. He turned to look at his hands, each small as grains, unable to fully comprehend the sudden magnification in scale of everything around him.

I do not blame him! Nobody ever could take it in that fast. Were I any worse a host, that would be all the time needed to rid myself of his presence, but he was, shall I say... not the worst I've had step into my little parlor. By now his attitude had become more amusing than repulsive. He was powerless after all. I'd practiced his predicament well. As others before him would betray, experiencing the sensation of the world growing around you sucks your understanding of reality away ever so briefly; everything becomes so much larger than you, literally and in a manner of significance. It's stupefying, dumbfounding...

...Humiliating, quite. What better lesson to teach than to have some tact, and what better way to teach it than through demonstration?

“Thank you for visiting,” I whispered, feeling the bittersweet purr roll off my lips. He twisted around, staring at me like he'd just seen a ghost. “If there is anything else you would like assistance in procuring, please let me know. I have an inkling you'll have difficulty doing much on your own for a while.”

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Lovely work by  gravewalker of her character Rowan stepping to the wrong plate. Auspicia rather enjoys the company though.