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Ruth Rivers
It was early morning in the town of Ruth's residence. The sun was just starting to climb over the distant fields and fill the sky with its light, pinks and oranges chasing away the inky blackness of the night that came before it. Ruth was in her bookshop, the sign outside said it was closed but what the sign didn't say was that it was closed to humans only. Witches could enter the shop at near enough anytime so long as they knew how, and that went for humans who knew how the enter the shop at its most... magical state.
As Ruth walked throw the aisles of her bookstore, the occasional book would float off the shelf and then float off to be put back in its correct position on the correct shelf. This was how she tidied up the shelves after a long day of work, her bookstore wasn't incredibly popular (that was how she liked it) but it was popular enough among people that books did come and go regularly, and sometimes they didn't get put back where they belonged. It was easy to just clean up the shelves this way.
Ruth finished her rounds around the aisles and walked over to the front desk of her cosy shop, taking a seat and picking up the spellbook she had been learning from for the past week, beginning to let her eyes scan across the page she was on and attempt to memorise the incantation. She still had a few hours until her shop was open to anybody, so there was no need to worry of a human who was clueless of magic or despised witches coming into her shop.
The door flew open but Ruth didn't jump, used to this person's entrance. Lillith, a blond haired, green eyed witch came barging in with a string of apologies for being late before running into the back room to go put her bag and coat in her designated area. Ruth gave a soft chuckle, shook her head and went back to reading as Lilith began dusting and sweeping, something she said she should do every morning and night. Ruth didn't even try to stop her now, the blonde was too sweet for her own good. Instead, Ruth just focused on her book and kept an ear open to visitors, now was normally the time witches would come in to pick up a spellbook or two, as they entered the town early in order to avoid being spotted by witch hunters and killed.
@Sans