Lovise waved away his offer clothes shopping. It was true that she wasn't particularly fond of most British designers and it was also true that she preferred minimal enchantments, but her only real reason to turn him down was that she simply couldn't afford it. All her money went to buying supplies for her amulets and potions, she could scam muggles to live. If she ended up looking a little eccentric, all the better. Unlike most witches, she had the blood to permit a few quirks and Lovise thought it made her more interesting.<br/>At his prompt, she took an elegant rosewood jewelry case from her tiny (and apparently enchanted) clutch purse. Opening it, she revealed a teardrop-shaped vial nestled carefully in deep blue velvet. The vial was chased over in a bizarre spiderweb of pewter bands that seemed to writhe if they were stared at too long. Faint etchings covered the vial itself, but they jumped from one arrangement to the other making it impossible to pinpoint what exactly the runes might spell. From the bottom of the whole thing dripped a pewter spike, sharpened on the edges into a wicked razor. The crystal stopper was connected to a dainty gold chain and latched shit with more pewter bindings.  The whole thing was masterfully made and only as long as a man's smallest finger, not including the blade.<br/>"I would be surprised if you have seen this before whole." She passed him the box with almost reverent delicacy. "Take care. It is called a Drekksjaldan. My grandmother once said that you people had never made one without killing yourself."<br/>She laughed quietly and stroked the gold chain.<br/>"It is.. tricky magic, but powerful."<br/><br/>((Sorry about the wait! Weekends can be crazy at work, this was my first day getting home on time!))