Her stormy eyes darted over the shelves behind the glasses cases, several bottles of specific herbs chosen for their properties to produce...frank responses when blended ever just so with the right concoction. Although Serafina had been well aware of that sharp mental tug in her mind nearly ten minutes prior (a method of communication she all but abhorred), the young witch always had a tendency to rely upon a Plan B. She was never one to truly place her whole trust in any single soul except for herself. Her whole life, after all, had been a series of let downs as people fluttered in and out of the once-homeless girl's existence. A muffled thud from the back room caused her gaze to dart towards the door, that frown ever present upon her features and yet, she hardly made a move to check upon the back room - not quite yet. Not without proper preparation. Serafina moved effortlessly towards her own shelves, plucking an ebony mortar and pestle from her own wares. Frankly, Serafina disliked digging into her own product for such needs but desperate times called for desperate measures and her own tools were tucked away in that very room the now series of thuds and muffled sounds originated from. She unscrewed the jar for the first bottle of herbs, her hand reaching in to gather a small amount with the elderly woman's voice drew her stormy gaze sharply upwards.

'Oh, oh, someone's coming. They're getting closer!'. That fretting within her tone caused Serafina's eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. "What's she look like?" She inquired, hardly hesitating in her own work, her voice soft in an effort to ensure no one outside the store heard her, all the while certain the ghastly figure she spoke to would catch her sharp tone. ' Oh, um, um, brown curly hair? She's pulling something out of her wallet!'. A soft breath left Serafina's lips, the girl already prepared for the sound of the key hitting the lock. "That's Raven. You can relax." She informed her Spector as she screwed the lid of her herb jar back on, the woman reaching for another just as her wolf familiar stepped into the shop. Serafina hardly bothered to glance up as she continued to swiftly dump herb after herb into the stone mortar in front of her, the witch deviating from her work only at the almost playful sound of Raven's voice. A scowl crossed the young witches' features, the girl hardly amused by the very amount of 'trouble' that so seemed to find her. It was trouble that she truly had very little interest within the first place. "You say that like I go looking for it." She commented with a grumble in her soprano lyrics as the girl picked up the heavy pestle, the young woman entirely dedicated to the potion she was crafting right in front of her companion. Briefly, the young witch nodded towards the door that led to the back of her workshop, those muffled banging noises having begun anew now that Raven's voice could also be heard within the shop.

"I found him snooping around the shop. He was taking pictures of me with one of those super spiffy cameras with the big lenses? You know, the ones that are super expensive?" Serafina commented, already giving a hint to what lay inside her workroom - well, that was, what was strapped to a chair with a significant amount of duck tape and a piece of cloth shoved in his mouth. "He had hundreds of them, like...for days." She hardly understood why the man had been so interested within her, much less what he was doing with those photos and yet, Serafina had every intention to figure out as those herbs she smooshed released their juices. A quick wave of her hand brought just enough liquid into her mortar to make the peculiarly green liquid drinkable. Softly, those Latin words were muttered under her breath, the liquid twisting and contorting for a moment as it began to glow a near neon blue only to settle once again to that peculiar green hue. "I...think it's a truth potion...maybe, I was going off of memory." She commented with a small shrug as her gaze turned towards Raven. Well, she was having trouble man-handling him by herself - surely Raven would leave her alone with a stalker.

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