Heloise was at the book store where she worked as a manager, having been working there since she was 16, she had taken a few courses, and slowly gained the trust of the owner. So when the old manager retired, Heloise eagerly applied for the position, and received it. She loved working there. Heloise was a book nerd, and if she could, she would spend all her time reading. She looked up at loud voices, and sighed, standing up. The only bad thing about a book store, was some of the customers, the more...idiotic of them. 

"I Said I brought this here the other day, and I don't want it anymore! You have to return it!" A middle aged woman was yelling at the teen girl at the register, who looked like she was about to cry. 

"Its okay Lisa, you can go on break, i'll take care of this" She gave the girl a smile, turning to the woman. "I'm sorry Ma'am, was the book not satisfactory?" 

"My daughter already has a copy of it" The woman said, "You tell your children not to by things close to their birthdays, but they never listen"

Heloise kept her friendly smile, "Well, then, we would be happy to exchange it for you. There's a second book in this series, perhaps your daughter would like that as well"

"oh, thank you! that would be great!" The woman said, her demeanor more cheerful. Heloise quicky changed the book, grabbing the second book in the series. 

"Thank you Ma'am, I hope you come again!" She waved as the woman left, then went to check on Lisa. "Its okay, you get all those types. I think she was more hurt that her daughter didn't listen to her" 

Lisa nodded, and leaned down to pet the orange cat with golden eyes. "Missy loves being petted like that" Heloise said, and after making sure Lisa was okay, returned to her office, catching the news cast about the trials. She was just reaching for her phone as it buzzed. Eliza. 

[b]Just saw, I'm on my way[/b] Heloise grabbed her keys, and was heading out the shop, "Mark, Lisa, I'll be back, if you need me, just call" She leaped into her car, and drove to the cafe, seeing Eliza waiting. She parked, and climbed out the car, heading over, trying to appear nonchalant. 

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Samuel was at the diner he worked at, typically as a chef. He had learned how to cook from his grandmother, who had raised him when his irresponsible mother had left him after birthing him, and his father had ran out on them before he was even born. Samuel always said that being raised by his gran had been the best thing that had happened to him. 

After all, his mother had not one bit of the witch gift in her, while his grandmother was, or had been, an extremely powerful witch. He still thought of her like that. She had raised him, taught him values, treated him like her own son. More importantly, she had taught him his craft, and had taught him how to cook, since he was as high as her knees. 

As the shift appeared to be slow and dull, Sam took the time to stop and talk with a regular, telling him that his favorite was in the menu tonight. 

"Hey, Sammy, have you heard the news? Witches are among us, and will be hunted, jut like in the histories" The man customer said. 

Samuel froze, then laughed, "Ah, surely not, there's no such things as witches" 

"well, then, some people will be hunted for no good reason then!" The guy chuckled, and uneasy, Samuel headed into the kitchens. He was just about to reach for the phone, when it rang. 

"Gran" He said at once, "The news-" 

"I know Sam, I know. You're going to have to be very careful, and watch out for yourself. You're also going to have to watch out for other witches in this town. Its going to get rough from here on out" His grandmother said. 

"I know" Samuel replied, "You be careful too" He said goodbye hanging up. Feeling queasy, he got to work on cooking up some orders, but distracted, it wasn't his best work. He stole a quick break, heading out to the ally, leaning against the wall, and closing his eyes. He loved living in Salem, but if it was going to get tough, it might be better to leave.