❝ never put your faith in a 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒. when you require a miracle, trust in a 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ ❞
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Madame Ophelia's herbs shop, 11 years before the Armageddon
Over days time, had Ophelia noticed the dangers that were yet to come. Each day the plan Crowley had told her seemed to be less and less logical. Were they really to spend 11 years raising a boy each in their different way only for him to turn good? It had been too strange even for her own liking.
As she was in the back of her shop, a huge room filled with light that had once been a small terrace and now her own personal sort of garden and brewing room, the window near her had frozen despite it being a hot summer. Ophelia was just working on replanting a plant into another pot. Her black cat, Pluto his name was, had peacefully layed next to her hand, meowing softly at her as a sign
"Sister," called Ashild from the window that now showed her reflection. Ophelia furrowed her brows at her sister's voice, not expecting her to communicate to her through the glass.
"Yes?" asked Ophelia confused. "Why are you giving me this honor of hearing from you?" Ophelia's voice went into shouting as she heard the bell against the front door go off, knowing someone had walked into the shop.
"It's just me! " Crowley shouted from the front of the shop, making Ophelia's already pale face go even paler.
"Who is that? Is someone with you?" Ashild had started to fuss. She did not want their secrets to be out in the world.
"No, it's just a customer! I'll go tell him we're closed!" Ophelia still wanted to make it clear to the man that she was not alone. Ashild was not going to let her forget this moment so easily as it was going to be held against her for many years to come.
"Alright. I'll call you when you're finished." with that had Ashild disappeared from the window and Ophelia could relax. She sighed in relief, leaning against the table as her head was held down.
It could no longer be this way. Some things had to be changed, no matter if she likes the change or not. If everything does go as Crowley had planned it, maybe they could continue where they left off in 11 years time. It would have been for the best. He could concentrate more on the boy. She had to think of the bigger picture and not just herself despite disliking it a lot.
The girl's blue eyes landed on her dark cat who kept meowing as he now sat next to the pot she was working on. "I know Pluto, but I can't. I'm not capable of doing so." the witch tried to convince the cat as he kept meowing at her, stopping only to lay back down and lick his paw. With a heavy heart, Ophelia shut her eyes, thinking of what the cat was telling her.
