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Spells, Talismans, & Fortunes

The non-supernatural have their idea of what magic is. Herbs and crystals, rhyming spells, coloured candles, incense. All of these things can make magic, yes, or aid it, but none of it is magical in and of itself. Still, people expect it in a little house in Enfield that claims to be a psychic shop. The only thing she puts real stock in (besides the talismans she might feel are worth making depending on whether or not the person seems to actually need a little push in their lives) is her deck of Tarot cards.

Tarot is an old art, and she believes in her cards and their ability for divination. It's a small connection she's found to one of her sisters. Both of them have the cards, though Kenzi sees them more as a way to con people than actually looking for guidance. Still, to each their own.

For her part, Abigail has shed her socialite clothes. She wears, instead, the loose skirt, sandals, and peasant top people expect. Two bits of her hair, one on either side, are braided. The smell of lavender is in the air when one enters.

There's a sign that offers her wares. A free consultation and first reading of the Tarot. After that, there are rates for talismans and spells and follow-up readings. The sign also offers palmistry.

From Within the Shadows

'Claiming' Enfield isn't easy. Even with no official Daybreak or Redbright or Night Council presence, there is resistence. In particular, a Daybreak coven in the area takes the presence of offically established Midnight as a personal insult.

One run-in with those witches leaves Abigail with a burn on her right arm, which she holds close to her as she sits in an alleyway, half hiding. She needs to call an ambulance or hail a cab to get to the hospital, she knows, but the pain is enough to make her unable to even think about grabbing her phone.

After that, she becomes more aggressive. While having her 'sisters' spread word through whispers, she makes it more open, tacking up her usual style of business cards. This time, though, they boldly state 'members of Circle Midnight' and offer the phone number of her burner phone. She won't give up the address to her coven easily, but she will be willing to answer her phone now, rather than simply relying on texts.

By Daylight

A Widdowson can't simply be a witch. There are parties to attend, charities to donate to, and events to volunteer at.

Among those are gardening at Capel Manor College, watering the plants and working the soil in exchange for some of the herbs that grow there. It's a wonderful place to get fresh rosemary and other such things for only a little work with the community garden.

Another of her pet projects is an organization that brings parents and babies together to help the parents feel less isolated. One particular event is a tea party, and Abby can be found flitting about not only checking on the parents but also playing with the babies. Especially the babies.

She can also be found doing what most teenage girls with a good deal of money could be found doing: shopping. There are dresses to buy and shoes, along with all sorts of other outfits. And there's make-up as well. All completely shallow, she knows, but also very fun.

Might as well enjoy herself before the university term starts up again.

In Sisterhood

The coven is something Abigail also devotes her time to. (Sometimes at the expense of sleeping, but she hasn't yet figured out how to adjust her schedule to include this new, demanding activity.) The upstairs of the shop is where the coven meets, and it is stocked with fresh herbs, chalk, candles, and representations of the elements at all times.

There are three of them to start, but that's the point of advertising. Not that they're going to have a lot of members, especially at first. After all, anyone who contacts Abby through her card has to be vetted first. They have to be sure they won't be betrayed.

Still, it's a safe place for the three of them, whether alone or together. And at certain times of the day, Abby might just be found napping on one of the couches put up there.

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Abby takes the drink politely and holds it up in a kind of toast, even if there's no alcohol in it. Then, she sips it and looks around. The parents and children are a good sight for her, but she can't help but be careful as she does her survey. Any of them might be Reds or from Daybreak. Any of them might be watching her. And anything can happen. She isn't unaware of the 'accidents' that tend to happen when she's around.

"Most of those people cut cheques, rather than help in person." At least in the circles Abby runs in. People of old money can't just talk about helping. They'd be disgraced. "Both kinds of contribution are vital, I think."

It's true, that the sort to give money won't put in much effort other than that. He's seen people put the word in without actually walking the walk for absolute centuries now. Charity work was often more for status and to keep up appearances than any care toward the causes involved. Despite his vitriol, Killian himself knows better than to get too close to children. He's not the sort of person they need to be around, and he never has been. His money will do them more good than he ever would.

"Suppose you wouldn't get very far without the contributions." No matter where they came from. You couldn't change the world with positive thinking. "I have to say I'd rather have someone willing to put in the actual work than hand over money. I'd say the children are the same."

"Without the contributions, most charities wouldn't be able to keep their doors open. There'd be no events for volunteers to help out at." She can't look down her nose at just donating. After all, she has a few of her own charities that she just funds. Some of them she helps out at in person, but not all of them. "But both sides of it are very important."

Still, it's always nice to have people actually present, helping those who need the assistance.

He sees her point, and nods agreeably. He just thinks it's too easy to throw down money, and it didn't necessarily require interest in the cause. He finds the people willing to put in the hours more amenable, even if they may not be the wealthiest. Still, he knows when to change a subject, and after a sip of his (horrible) juice, he does so.

"Is there something you're into besides charity, darling? As noble as it is."

Abigail laughs a little.

"Shopping, of course. Cliche, I guess, but I love it. And the arts. Theatre and music especially."

A proper little lady, just like she'd been raised to be. Of course, there was also magic on that list, but that wasn't something she'd say at any public event like this. Even her New Age shop was run under a different name, mostly so people didn't connect it to 'Widdowson' and refuse to come.

"I won't hold the first against you, even though there's little more in life I detest. I understand I'm a rarity in that respect." Hook had always preferred stealing to buying. Even grocery shopping was entirely tiresome after doing it for centuries. It was a good thing he rarely chose to eat.

"Music has always been a fondness of might as well. You know they call me old fashioned, but I favor the classics." Mostly because those were more similar to what he was raised on, a very long time ago. "You know, I've some tickets to the orchestra — I wonder if you could be tempted to join me." It was only a matter of time before he tried to invite her out. She had a powerful name, it would only benefit him to get to know her better.

Abigail can't help but smile at that offer, reaching up to push a piece of hair behind her ear. It was a sophisticated offer, probably more trading on her name than anything else, but it was still a handsome man offering to take her to the orchestra.

"I'd be delighted. Let me give you my number."

He probably could have gotten a card or something a bit more sophisticated, yet for his decadent offers, he was in the end a bit more simple. He tucked a few fingers into the pocket of his coat, plucking his phone free and unlocking it quickly before handing it over.

"I'll give you a ring, we can set it up." He smiled back, and he did seem pleased. It was always good to make a connection, even though emotional connections were far and few between for him, if he could avoid it.

Abigail took the phone and entered her number. When typing her name, she considered it for a moment, putting in her last name and then, for the first name, the more casual 'Abby' instead of 'Abigail.'

After all, there was no reason to always stand on ceremony. She was allowed to be young sometimes. "There. And thank you for the offer. It sounds like a lot of fun."

"Of course. I'd rather not have to go alone, and beautiful company is likely to make it even better." He accepts his phone back, takes a moment to look over her number, and then replaces it in his jacket.

"I should let you get back to your work, but I do promise you'll be hearing from me." For better or worse, she would be.

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