    It was a small shop with dust covering almost every inch. A few trinkets were scattered about on shelves, as well as wand parts. Behind the counter sat an old witch well over 100. Her gray hair was matted in some places and missing in others, her faces wrinkled and covered with liver spots and moles, one eye was a dull green the other a milky white. Her nose was hooked and she had a snaggletooth; overall she looked like a stereotypical witch from a child’s storybook, minus the green skin.