David was sitting behind the counter when the bell over the entrance jingled. Looking up from the book he was reading, he saw Julia enter the little shop.
She feigned a hurt expression. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
“It’s not that. I was just hoping you were a customer.”
“It does look a little slow in here. Maybe if you put a sign out front . . . ?”
“Sarah warned me against doing that. Thought it might draw too much of the wrong kind of attention.”
“As someone who isn’t known for playing it safe, I hate to admit that she’s probably right.” Julia walked over to one shelf and picked up a bottle filled with a light blue liquid. “What’s this?”
“Rebecca gave me those. They are a very weak healing potions. Good for minor illnesses.”
“And these?” She gestured to a few baskets of colored balls about the size of a jawbreaker.
“I made them. If you bite into one of the blue ones, they slowly release water suitable for drinking. The red ones can be used to start small fires. And throwing the sea-foam green ones into a fire will extinguish it.”
David wasn’t sure if she was being sincere or sarcastic. “I don’t want to sell anything too powerful. Especially to people who might be unfamiliar with magic.”
“No, no. I wasn’t being critical. These are clever items. Practical. Have you had any customers?”
“A few. I keep hoping that word of mouth will bring in more, but it’s been slow.”
“Don’t get discouraged. This is a good idea.”
It was strange to hear encouragement from Julia. Even though she was taking a more active role in the house of late, she still maintained a distance from everyone. Indeed, David couldn’t remember ever having a casual conversation with her before now.
“So do you sell anything for mages?”
“Well most of the things in here could be useful to anyone. The only mage specific items are the white crystals you gave me.”
“Oh right. I’m sorry I can’t make them quickly. Jason’s notes were useful, but they don’t make up for my lack of a gift in that area.”
“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t had any mages stop by yet, anyway.”
The bell jingled again, and both of them turned as a woman entered the store. She was out of breath and looked panicked.
“Is this the magic shop?”
“It is. What’s wrong?” David asked.
“There is . . . something in my house. Some kind of monster. Do you have anything that can help?” Whatever she had seen clearly had upset her greatly.
“What does this monster look like?”
“I didn’t get a good look at it. I was in my basement when I saw it. I ran up the stairs and came straight here. My friend told me about this shop, so I though you could help.”
David looked to Julia, who still hadn’t said anything. She just shrugged. David turned back to the woman. “I’m not sure I have anything, especially if we don’t know what it is.”
“So there’s nothing you can do?”
“I’m not sure. Not without more . . .”
“You could come over. That way you can figure out what it is.”
David was taken aback by the request. Making house calls or hunting monsters were not what he had in mind when he opened the store. It was just something to do to feel useful. He turned once more to Julia.
“This could help with word of mouth,” she said.
“You’re right.” After all, he thought, he did want to help people. “Okay. Let’s go find this monster.”
“Thank you!” She began leading him outside.
David looked behind him. “Are you coming?”
“This is your thing. I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder. Go ahead and call if you need help.” Before he could reply Julia disappeared into a portal. David then hurried after the woman.