The shop was dim that winter morning, the snow slowly falling upon the small town that morning. Children could be seen running the streets, school canceled for that day, but people still needed to work, and the seventeen year old antique shop owner, even though it really was her parents, saw no reason to close her shop that day, especially with the clients she catered to. The antique shop was more than it appeared, behind the ancient cherry counter, dusty jars and leather bound books lined shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling. The rest of the shop was littered with what looked like average looking antiques, though there were crystal balls and tarot cards scattered among the store. The owner of this small corner shop was, to put it simply, a witch.<br/><br/>That morning, the young woman was busy cleaning, her waist length black hair was left to fall around her freely as she worked, her dark forest green eyes caught in a serious stare as she observed her work. Her pale skin was hidden mostly from the black sweater she wore, a loose turtle neck hiding the lower half of her face slightly. The heat had not yet kicked in, and the shop was still a bit chilly, but she knew it would be warm soon, but she needed to get to cleaning.<br/><br/>Dark grey stockings covered her well toned legs, black boots rising above her ankles as she organized a few items, a black pleated skirt twirling slightly as she moved, the hem stopping a few inches above her knees. She was a small woman, standing at an even five feet, and she was slender too, her height obvious when she tried to reach for things most could reach. The young woman stretched, yawning slightly as she moved, setting her cleaning supplies behind the counter, out of sight of any customer. The store was slowly heating up and becoming comfortable.<br/><br/>â€œWell Rea, seems like today is going to be pretty slowâ€¦â€ She muttered to herself, sighing as she sat behind the counter, leaning against the cold wood as she pulled out her laptop and began working on something. She was a student, and the store was only open around her schedule, though with no school that day, the college student was able to have the shop open the whole day. Though, that soon held no interest to her. The young woman found herself reading through an old book, her eyes skimming over the yellowed pages as she began reading the pages, a small smile on her lips. "Old fairy tales..." She said in a soft voice as she began reading more and more into the book as she began to read the tales from long ago.<br/><br/>The entire day went by like that for her. A bit of cleaning here and there, some reading, the occasional person would wander into the shop. Each person who entered was greeted with a smile and a bug of hot chocolate. Most of the visitors to the shop were children escaping the snow for some warmth. Though soon, it was nightfall and she found herself closing the shop as she locked the door. She hummed to herself as she adjusted the black messenger bag she carried over her shoulder, unaware of the figure that watched her from the shadows with a hungry smile.