Shrooms
@bereavedbelle
She turned the mushroom over in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Too soft. It went back in the pile and Sucy plucked another one to inspect. The young witch continued this for a few good minutes, remaining mostly silent aside from the stray ‘too firm, too moist, too squishy’ mumblings.
Her potion making abilities weren’t exactly... successful here, she noticed. Even without her wand, she assumed there was enough magic in her own fingertips to make a sleep potion or a toxic cloud at the very least. But all she could produce was a bottle of useless goop. It was frustrating and a grave insult to her status as a witch. But here she was, examining mushrooms at the street markets, as if none of that was a big issue.
“.... Do you like the look of this one? ” Between her thumb and pointer finger was a large mushroom, it’s cap blistering with several peanut-sized sacs threatening to burst. The question was directed to a young blond girl nearby, simply because she was there.
“It’s cute, isn’t it? It likes to say hello with a rash that sticks to you for a week... and it’s tasty in tea. ”
Probably.
