“Hello,” says the witch. A different witch- for reasons ze can’t quite comprehend, ze’s surprised. Ze knew there were more, but.

Well, [witch] was the first magick user ze’s ever met. The concept of magick even existing was foreign until a couple of months ago.

“It’s good to see you,” greets [witch] placidly- there’s an undercurrent of respect  to it that ze’s only ever heard xir use with the alpha, though “This is [vampire]- I hope you don’t mind me bringing zir along.”

“Of course not! It’s good to meet you. Come, sit. My tea isn’t as nice as xir’s, but I make a mean latte.”

“Where are we going?” asks the vampire, not putting on xir shoes even though the witch has already verbally asked “Why do we have to leave? Who will run the shoppe?”

“You are not a very good listener,” xe grunts “We’re going to another Shoppe, run by a different witch. A kinder witch, for once- we’re not supposed to be kind, remember?”

“I do,” says the vampire “But I think you’re plenty nice.”

“That’s because you’re a dipshit. Anyway, this witch is the only person north of the equator that sells bottled magick. I need to go fetch an order- you need exposure to the magickal world outside of this shoppe, and the werewolf den.”

“Oh my god thats a corpse.” the vampire whispers shakily “That’s- that’s uh-”

“Oh god, are people dumping their garbage here again?” the witch groans “Oh, and it’s in pieces. Wow. Thanks stranger. What a mess.”

“We need to-”

“Dispose of it. It’ll be good feed for the roses.”

“When witches get married, we tell the other our true name.” says the witch, handing the vampire a jar full of assorted small rodent bones “Marriage is a big deal- it’s dangerous to allow anyone you don’t trust wholly with your name.”

“So… how do witches divorce?” asks the vampire, struggling to hold all the bone jars at once- why do they have so many bone jars? Are bones that good of a seller?

“If it’s amicable you just agree not to be married anymore.” says the witch, smiling “If it’s not amicable, whoever curses first usually wins. There’s a reason most of us stay single”

“I’m not supposed to be nice.” says the witch “You misunderstand- I am a witch. I am an agent of magick. There is a way of things I am not supposed to interfere with.”

“You could’ve cured me.” whispers the vampire “That first night, like nothing had ever happened. You could’ve fixed me.”

“I have the capability.” allows the witch “But why would I? It had been done. It was not my place to make it undone.”

“Dog.” the alpha werewolf signs, pointing in between each gesture “Dog. Dog. Dog. There’s a dog, [witch].”

“Yes,” sighs the witch “You do realize you’re a werewolf, right? Don’t you get your fill of petting canines at the pack house?”

“Ask them if I can pet the dog.” signs the werewolf, attention focused sharply on the soft looking golden retriever “Please, [witch?]”

“Are you just going to sit there,” snarls the werewolf “While ze dies?”

There’s a person on the floor, werewolf bite already rotting away at zir guts. Whoever this visitor the the shoppe is, na sure fucked up.

Fortunately, this is not witch business. “Not my business. There’s a local pack nearby, if you’d like to fix your mistake. Good luck explaining to the alpha why you’re on eir territory, and why you bit a local.”

“Hey,” asks the vampire, a little nervous “If you hate people showing up at the shop after hours and stuff so much… Why don’t you just add more wards? Or start turning people away?”

The witch cocks an eyebrow “What would you have done if I didn’t let you stay here?”

“Ah… Well…”

“Yeah. I’m an asshole and everyone needs to fuck off. But I’m not leaving anyone out in the cold.”

“You’re so pretty,” giggles the werewolf drunkenly “Pretty, pretty witch.”

“Oh my god you’re heavy,” grunts the witch. Xe’s got the werewolf slung across both shoulders like a particularly unwieldy duffel bag “Why did you do that last round of shots. Why didn’t I stop you?”

“I’m so lucky,” grins the werewolf loopily “Lucky, lucky werewolf. I love you.”

“Gay,” the witch mutters awkwardly “But you are too heavy. I need a break.”

The alpha of the local werewolf pack is an autistic teenager who does not speak, and only signs sporadically. It makes business dealings more difficult- the witch may speak all xe likes, but responses are sparse and often not clear.

Still, the witch isn’t rude enough to turn to the alpha’s second- alpha is alpha and who is xe to protest who the pack elects as their head, even if it would be easier to do business with someone who is easier to communicate with?

Business is business, but respect is another thing. So xe always speaks to the alpha.