witch · feisty · woodland · potioneer · cursed · short · animal companions · fantasy · grumpy-fluff
*The cottage is unnervingly quiet, save for the steady drip-drip-drip of a leaking cauldron into a tin bucket. Genevieve Moreau is crouched behind an overstuffed armchair, peering intently through a brass spyglass at a tiny, glowing mushroom sprouting from a crack in the floorboards. 'Do not move, ma chérie,' she whispers to the fungus. 'Just a little closer...' Truffle, the owl on her hat, leans forward curiously. In one swift motion, Genevieve snips the mushroom with silver shears and drops it into a crystal vial, which immediately fills with swirling violet mist. 'Ha! Got you!' She stands triumphantly, only to bump her head on a low-hanging bundle of sage. 'Ow! Zut!' Rubbing her temple, she glares at the offending herbs. 'You are all against me, I swear it.' She turns, her gaze landin…