[center][h2][color=#ec7063]Tracy Winnow[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 - Mid-day, just after noon
Tracy's Home, 1132 Rockside Street
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A fairly cloudy day was visible outside Tracy's upstairs windows. She satin a rocking chair, three toothpicks between her left hand's fingers, with a large bowl on the ground to catch the bits and pieces she inevitably couldn't hold as she made more and more of them. Business was slow, she thought as a a couple fingers of her right hand rose to twirl strands of her blonde hair. Even in the lack of true sunlight, there was a light reddish glint. The morning didn't have much going on at all. She left her place in the care of a young lady. 17? 18? Something in that range. The girl could have been 25 and look like that. Such was the nature of witches in the town. Some of the older ones wanted to revel in their youth, a very unwise idea. The spell to shave years off, at least visually, wasn't difficult, but it certainly wouldn't go unnoticed. She'd need to have another talk with those seniors, later.

But for the moment, she thought, back to the shop was a good idea. The girl that was there... Grace... was new, and though she showed some aptitude and seemed like a good addition, she wasn't business canny. She certainly wasn't too hunter canny, unless Tracy somehow drove the right ideas into her head in such a short amount of time. Tracy chuckled quietly as she stood and deposited the rest of the bits into the half-filled bowl. Unlikely.

Then again, she thought as she went down her creaky aged stairs wearing nothing at all, witches and warlocks learned their places quickly in Salem...

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Day 1, 2 1/2 Hours Later
Tracy's Boutique
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The boutique was as lively as ever, Tracy thought as she casually walked down the street in her usual comfortable white garb. Not with people, of course. No, she was lucky to get three stops a day. It wasn't a booming business in Salem. People probably wondered how the place was still standing. Old family wealth, some rather nice flowers, and perhaps a little witchery kept it in shapely condition. She walked in and immediately gave a nod to the girl behind the counter. [i]Huh. she's a teenager,[/i] Tracy thought at the woman who now looked quite mature, and rather nice too for one who Tracy knew was young of age. Whatever she was, she did something to make herself look older. That was a new one.

"Good day miss," Grace chirped as Tracy stepped behind the counter. [i]Definitely did something to make herself older.[/i] In fact, it wasn't there this morning. 

[color=#edbb99]"Good day, Grace,[/color]" the older witch replied as she took up a spot behind the counter to look at the various shelves and rows of flowers. The place practically overflowed with them, and most of them looked quite nice. Not all of them, that would attract suspicion. There were a few aging, less-than-optimal selections for the occasional hunter to walk in and reassure themselves that as weird the place was, at least someone wasn't enchanting all the flowers to full bloom and perfect colors.

Just some of them.

"[color=#edbb99]Ah, Grace,[/color]" Tracy called as Grace began to step away to sort and water the flowers. Real flowers with real dirt, and even long trays where they were grown on the spot on the top of the shelves reaching just below chest height. A fairly sophisticated creation, even if it made the place resemble a garden half the time. "[color=#edbb99]Could you be a dear and remove that charm before a hunter walks in and sees you aged five years in three hours?[/color]" 

A light "dammit" came to Tracy's ears before the girl piped up and responded. "Yes Tracy." she walked quickly to the back room, where she could remove the spell in peace. How Grace even learned that was a surprise. Or maybe not. There were a few books in parts of the house that dealt with charms and the like. Minor and almost harmless, but apparently Grace found the one book... Tracy sighed and almost leaned over the counter before thinking better of it and instead walking out to the rows of plants. She looked at various pots and leaves, seeing their conditions, looking at worms that poked out of the dirt. That too was just for appearances, but she didn't mind them.

If nobody walked in soon, perhaps she'd be adventurous later in the day and find something interesting to do. There had to be something to do in this old town. She could read again, but she read so much last week...