The last place she wanted to work was at her mother’s magic shop, not that she really had any choice. Being this close to so much magic all the time became tiring when she had no magical ability in her body. But despite all her complaints against it her mother had refused to listen. She was sure if Rory was exposed to enough magic constantly her magic would finally surface.
She glanced up from her homework at the sound of a customer arriving in the shop, noticing the smaller brunette. Rory tried not to be too offended by the girl’s words, she shook her head while frowning.
“No, my mom owns this place, I just work here part time.” Rory informs her. “I can help you if you’re looking for something in the shop, or get my mom if you’re here for a spell.”
A relieved sigh fell from Jackie’s lips at the fact the girl wasn’t the owner. “No offense, just, I need a witch with experience for this.” She cared little about whether the other took offense or not, though.
Eyeing around the shelves, she glanced back at the clerk. “I need your mother for this.” She couldn’t help but notice the way her words were phrase. Her mother didn’t allow her to do spells herself? “Does working part time here not entail you doing magic yourself?”
Her assumption was that was the whole point of working for a witch, to do magic. Maybe that wasn’t how it worked; Jackie didn’t know much about other mythical species.
