Madam's Shop [Madam Callisto]

Madam Callisto had been in the back of the store, brewing her tea. Just as the tea was ready,the bells rang in the front. Someone had come in. She sighed and placed the teapot on a tray, with two teacups. She placed a sugar bowl and a milk saucer on the tray too with two teaspoons and some plates under the teacups and some napkin's on the side. Yet, as she did this whoever was in her shop seemed to become impatient. They asked if anyone was there. She grabbed the tray, grumbling under her breath quietly. She shuffled her feet a little, let him know she was indeed here.
"Hold on child, a woman with her hands full can only move so fast..."Yet as she made her way to see what this young boy was looking for she saw him and smiled. He looked like a nice boy. When she made it to the counter, she set down her tray and dusted off her hands."What brings you into my shop of wonder's, young man?" Her smile faltered as her hands fell to her sides."You are not looking for this...'hookah', are you? I sell some mystic herbs, but nothing that I would suggest inhaling. It's a ridiculous fad, really. No health benefits. Now tea,"She took the time to pour a cup of tea. "Tea is full of rich herbs full of glorious health benefits...Tea?"She nodded to him, holding the cup of tea out.

She raised her eyebrow, waiting for the boy's decision. Perhaps he was not some everyday kid wandering in. Perhaps he was here for a reason. Yet, he did not seem like one to ask for a reading. She made herself busy, however, setting the teacup down on the counter next to him, busying herself with adding a teaspoon of sugar to her own, and a bit of milk and then the tea over it. She stirred it in with a teaspoon, and lifted the teacup with a frail shaky hand to take a sip. She had to keep up her old woman look.

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The woman's eye brows knitted together as the quite charismatic boy displayed his disgust towards the fad. She nodded after a moment."Hm...well, at least you had the sense in you to ask your own questions instead of following blindly. Good for you." She watched as the boy, after a moment decided to get more than comfortable in her shop, taking her offer for tea to make himself at home. This one was a strange one. Madam Callisto watched Stile's doctor his tea to perfection, taking note of the mildly OCD display the boy gave her. He seemed careful and observant. This one was a promising one. She cleared her throat a little before taking another drink of her tea.

As Stiles settled in he revealed how he came to investigate the acquiring of some of her mystical items."That is not something many people would be so bold to ask" She said in her dry, rumbly voice. Her smile faltered again."Some of these items have been in my late husbands family for generations, I have inherited what is left, for I am all that is left."She looked over the boy carefully, seeing how sensitive he would be to her admitting she was the last among her family. She set down her tea cup, a bit of a smile coming onto her lips "But, there are some item's I've found myself. A lot of good stories there. Care to hear any?"She gave him this. Feeding his curiosity little by little.

She would figure this boy out soon enough. Perhaps he had some information for her. Yet, you had to give to get. And She would do her part as long as it benefited her in the end. She needed to map out the Supernatural of this town so, if this boy was asking about her shop. he might know something use full.

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The woman smilled and looked around her room"Very well, then we shall start with... She looked around for something to start the stories with, or atleast she pretended to. For, as her eye's rested on the tea cup Stiles was holding a sly smile crept onto her lips."The very tea you are drinking. You see my mother in law taught me how to make this very special tea. It's a healing tea from mexico from a very special yellow flower. Known to the natives as Panthersbane. A, how you would say...'sister' of your wolfsbane." She waited for his reaction, guessing he knew exactly what she was talking about.

As this sunk in, she continued this little lesson."The trek to these flowers very dangerous and often, wasted if you don't know what you're looking for. Many believe the flower can harm the supernatural, the head of the flower is used to make powders and oils, weapons against the things that lurk in the shadows. Though, they all focus on the negative properties of the flower heads, when that is not the only useable part. You see the body of the flower can be used for a variety of healing remedies for the average man. I fear I've grown somewhat of an addiction to it. It heals you from the inside out, give's you such a radiant and youthful glow. It can be put over bruises to heal them if you'd like. It's harmless, really. But, the flower's head is where the hallucinogenic poison lie. It's funny, really. Heads, it's dangerous, tails it's safe."She sighed and set down the cup. "That is, tails it's safe for the average man. You know, my father once killed a woman he had been flinging with. It was an accident. You see, this woman was deathly allergic to nuts and, how silly of my father, he had eaten some nuts the evening he went to see her.I believe that is the closest I've ever heard to the kiss of death. But with this, this absorbs into the bloodstream immediately. Just Imagine if someone were 'allergic'." She said this lightly as she got up, having finished her tea and went to put it away."Did you have a story for me?"

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This boy was smart but, the madam had wisdom of years of experience on her side. She listened to him speak about wolves and bodies. He thought they shared some kind of bond. He thought she knew more than she lead on, just like he knew more than he led on, or well, she could see quite clearly he knew things. This brought her to smile down at her tea cup."Do we know better?" She asked, looking up at the boy"Sounds to me like people are assuming things that would make sense in this situation. What do you know that disproves the normal man's belief?" This would be a tricky game, a challenge for both of them.

She had to be careful not to throw this one too many pieces of information, he just may put them together into the appropriate places of the puzzle. He just might be able to see the big picture for what it really was and until Madam found Carina, she could not let that happen."You seem to have your own theories, tell me, what would they be?" This was all that she could do to coax him to tell her. She would not give him anything until he gave her something to trust in him. Or, at least, that is what she let show on her face. She let it show plainly, a face she used to make when she was younger, and really did not know who she could trust with her secrets. It was a natural believable expression. Only, now she used it to get her way, not in the innocent ways she did with her husband. Okay, so maybe sometimes she did use it against him. Though, now she was getting off subject. She gave him his time to think his wording over, to chose his words wisely. She let him calculate his moves. She even leaned back in her chair a bit, as if to give him space.

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Madam looked at Stile's, he looked determined. This brought an amused smile to her lips, a very nostalgic look came in to her eyes as he reminded her of herself when she was younger and Her husband had tried to cover up the truth from herself. "You are very determined." She let out a soft chuckle."Why are you so invested in finding the truth?" She could not help but to find a soft spot for the Stilinski boy. Yet, she could not trust him yet.

She got up, grabbing the teapot pouring a second cup of tea for herself."Tea?" Once she finished pouring she set the teapot down, sitting back down."I must admit, I'm a little disappointed. When you first came in here I thought you were not afraid of what others think of you. If you are worried of the peoples reactions to your theories, what's the point in making them?" She took a sip of her tea, and clearing her throat."Tell me...Loony bin aside, what are these theories? Surely you wouldn't be ashamed to tell me them. I mean," She gestured to her store."I run a psychic shop." She did not sit at the table, she had work to do. NO time to appreciate her second cup of tea, no time to talk idly. She got up. "Come, walk and talk with me. I have to look for something's." She went behind the counter, digging through some old boxes and pulling out some things that looked like old dusty items. Trinkets, artifacts, thing that belonged in a shop like her's. She brought out a small wooden box, with a very special seal on it... She set it on the counter for him to see, throwing him a fish, if he did his research, he would figure out part of the secret side of her. The part she wanted him to know. She made herself busy unloading more things but, keeping an eye on his reaction.

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