The thin black woman wanders the aisles of the magic shop, careful not to touch anything and aware of what is around her... many of the items around her were imbued with spells so potent they changed reality and much of the workmanship was spotty. She has the gift, passed down from her great great grandmother to her great grandmother to her grandmother to her mother and, finally, to her. The gift surely went back farther than that but the knowledge was lost to time... The woman scowled at the blessed and cursed trinkets around her... very few of these spells were properly limited, meaning, if your dog licked it the wrong way, the spell could be set off effecting goodness knows who. If a woman wore that fake mustache for Halloween she would be growing a real one within a week and sadly everyone would think it normal. Depending on her reaction she may be locked up.
The woman scrutinizes the dried herbs before her, yes they all had magic but some overwhelmingly so, and some couldn't give a mouse a toothache. Carefully she picked out the ingredients she needed for the blessing ritual she was hired to perform. in these times her skills are mocked but in her great great grandmother's times people knew to fear the gift she possessed. Feeling angry and impulsive she decided she wanted all the oomph in today's blessing, she will make it so powerful that doubters will find themselves wishing they believed...
She finds the most potent herbs, careful to maintain balance for the spell overall, and once she finds everything her basket is nearly oozing with magical potential. She carefully works her way to the front avoiding the snack aisle because even the packaging is enchanted.. one day she found herself nearly purchasing a masculinity enhancer because the binding on the targeting spell was poorly sealed.
She would avoid this place if not for their herb selection and potency. its hard to find magic in dried items but whatever they do, the magic is preserved.
Getting to the counter, the cashier rings her up, the young man could be a close relative of the girl that rung her up last time. Normally she would ask, but she had a spell to prepare for and had no time to chat.