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Cassandra 
Elizabeth pulled her cloak around her tighter. Even though she is a pureblood witch she still gets creeped out by knockturn alley. She walked up to the old cart and looked at the scrying bowls. She made sure her hood was down, leaving her face in shadow. She didnt want to be seen here.
Someone was at her cart. The hag hoped it wasn't someone that planned on wasting her time. She was getting sick of serving people who were only here for curiosity. She couldn't make galleons on curiosity.
Her green face peered around the cart and her long bony fingers tapped on the wood of the cart as she took in the prospective buyer.
"Is there something I can help you with my dear?"