A Missive to the Witches of the Scrywort Community Greenhouse, from Supreme(ly Annoyed) Enchantress Medea Thorngood

Originally published by Rat Bag Lit

This greenhouse will be locked by knot of nine until the witch responsible for the hex laid upon me comes forward. I was abed for days with rash and pus-filled warts, and I know it was one of you half-brained, moon-blighted beasties–I found the poppet stuffed with angelica root and bladderwrack amongst my gardening tools.

If this was an ill-conceived attempt to keep me from entering the Annual Herbalist Spell Jar Competition–HA! My winning streak won't be broken by some artless, tickle-brained harpy. Good luck getting past my spell to harvest your herbs.

May your fingernails wither, you horrid newt.