He was the only customer and therefore couldn’t avoid making immediate eye-contact with the witch behind the desk - an elderly woman with steel grey hair down to the bottom of her back, and eyes so pale that they were practically white. Unlike the apothecaries that allowed for a casual perusal of their ingredients, and for customers to handle the majority of their own purchases, Mulpepper’s kept all of their wares behind the counter, and so there was only two or three feet between the shop’s door, and the counter. The bell above the door rang again as the door swung shut, and the cramped shop front fell silent.