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worked. The bottles were as magical as the special ingredients inside. They picked their owners as much as my crystal ball and Mr. Prince Charming picked me.
    The cauldron rolled into a full bubble, moving quickly in a circle. The glowing mixture turned orange in color and smelled like deviled eggs.
    “What are you making for Christmas dinner?” My intuition told me she was having issues with the family and dinner. Especially the dinner because of the deviled eggs smell.
    When I create a special potion for someone, their potion takes on a smell of their favorite things. In her case, deviled eggs.
    “Don’t get me started,” she quipped from behind the counter. Easily she moved around the shop picking up bottles, smelling them and putting them back.
    The bell over the door dinged a few times, letting me know there were more customers.
    Mr. Prince Charming had made himself a spot in the front of the shop next to the apple cider waving his tail in the air, creating Christmas songs and entertaining the customers.
    “Try me,” I encouraged the woman, sticking my head out from behind the partition.
    “My mother-in-law insists I make the deviled eggs. I love deviled eggs. I hate making them. The hard boiled white always gets holes and damaged on the outside every time I try to peel off the shell.” She huffed and puffed.
    The shelf behind the counter was lined with my special ingredients to help calm what really bothered her. The stress of making deviled eggs was causing her problems. I knew it. It was the magical way of me knowing what was bothering her.
    My finger slid down the shelf, stopping at the Bushmaster Snake bottle that lit up to my touch.
    I grabbed the black bottle. I should’ve known this was the right homeopathic herb to use to help the woman cope with making the eggs. It would not only calm her, but give her the confidence she needed to make the eggs perfectly.
    With a dash of the Bushmaster Snake, the cauldron transitioned to a blue substance, filling the swirl and twirl of the smoke above the pot with deviled egg smell. I pinched my nose, trying not to smell it.
    “I swear, if you make me something that will ease this stress, I will pay you ten-fold.” She tapped her long red fingernail on the counter. There was a painted Christmas tree on the nail.
    “Where did you get your nails done?” I asked making idle chit-chat while holding her bottle down into the cauldron as the liquid seeped into it.
    “The woman next door.”
    I should’ve know Chandra Shango was over at A Cleansing Spirit Spa decorating nails with holiday art, while reading the clients’ palms in the process.  She had the gift of Onychomacy by using oiled fingernails, palm reading, and different symbols she finds in the nail bed.
    Hear ye, hear ye . Faith Mortimer’s voice rang out into the air. She was the voice of the Whispering Falls Gazette, the spiritualist paper. It was only heard by spiritualists who subscribed, meaning mortal ears couldn’t hear the daily paper or news. Since she had the gift of Clairaudience, ability to hear things that are inaudible, she was perfect for the job. The Christmas Bazaar is underway. The village looks wonderful with the decorated wreaths on the light posts and all the shops have gone the extra mile to decorate for our first bazaar. The Village Council would like to announce a contest being held for the shop with the best decorations, so be sure to ramp up your shop to win the trophy along with doughnuts for a month from Wicked Good Bakery, compliments of me and my sister, Raven. The winner will be announced at the village meeting at The Gathering Rock, so be sure to attend. This announcement was brought to you by Ever After Books. Be sure to tell Ophelia Biblio you heard the announcement and stop in today to get your picture taken with Santa.
    A trophy and doughnuts? That was definitely a wonderful prize. I could handle a sweet treat every morning, especially from Wicked Good. Obviously,