#feyre;starter

[indignxs]

[Open starter for @dihstarters​]

There weren’t many things in life Feyre disliked more than being interrupted while she was busy.

She had spent a large portion of her morning with a new client, removing memories and creating false ones to fill in the gaps as per their request. It wasn’t unusual to have a client ask for those kinds of services - after all she was known as a last resort warlock; one who would take on a task other warlocks had refused on moral grounds. In this day and age she could afford to be picky with who she helped and who she didn't, but memories had always been her thing, something she could do better than any other warlock in Britain. However, the fact that she would do things other warlocks wouldn’t meant she wasn’t exactly popular. Hence her surprise when she stepped out into her garden to pick fresh herbs for her stores only to find someone watching her from outside her fence. She stopped in her tracks, locked in a staring competition with the uninvited guest. 

“I’m surprised to see you here... after last time,” the corners of her mouth twitched like she was trying to suppress a smile.

[indignxs]

OPEN EVENT STARTER [@dihstarters​]

Placing the last ornate glass vial full of swirling mixture on the table, Feyre stepped back to survey her handiwork. Fêtes and markets were some of her most lucrative events when it came to flogging magical wares and the fair for All Hallows Eve would be no exception. Everyone wanted a magical solution to their problems and Feyre was more than happy to provide one - for a price. Back in London she had easily squeezed the pockets of mundanes dry at festivals by selling “natural remedies” and done the same at the shadow markets to mundanes with the sight who were desperate to get their hands on spells and potions. Here she could be much more relaxed and open with the wares she was selling. The table in her stall was covered with bottles and vials full of iridescent mixtures and a little cauldron in the corner that kept puffing little clouds of sweet smelling smoke every few minutes, despite it not having any contents. Dried flowers and hard-to-come-by potion ingredients hung from the awnings, swaying lightly in the breeze.

She was tossing a small ball of air from hand to hand when her first customer approached. “Hi,” she greeted them warmly. “Can I help you find anything?”