Knockturned for The Better (Harry Potter Shopkeeper Quest)
- Thread starter Erien
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DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Nikola you're back! How was the-
Moons haunted
what?
*Nikola grabs some things*
Moons haunted
Reminiscing Old Woman
New
- Location
- Australia
Well I was bored and drinking again so here is some thoughts from our dear Baba since Nikola left.
Crooked, clawed hands deftly kneaded the dough, the motions as familiar as breathing. Sugar, spice, and a pinch of magic blended seamlessly under her touch. This was the craft so many modern witches and wizards had forsaken. They relied on wands, staves, and incantations—convenient, yes, but soulless. True magic required no tools, only willpower and labor. Those implements might amplify power, but they diluted magic's essence, its very soul.
Sweat traced down her forearm, a single drop slipping into the dough. Her will, her magic, her very essence infused the mixture. These humble confections would carry more than sweetness; they would kindle warmth, bolster confidence, and spark joy in every soul who tasted them. A bite of her creation had the power to make people a little truer to themselves.
As she worked, the wards around her home chimed, announcing yet another intruder. The nerve of them—children, every one of them! This marked the fourth so-called wizard to darken her doorstep since that kind young man had departed. Oh, how she missed him! Polite, respectful, and eager to learn, he was a rarity among the brash youths of today. But she understood. He had chosen to make his way in the world, even if it meant crossing the pond to that nest of fey rabble. The so-called cradle of magic? Hah! A cradle, indeed—full of tantrums and squabbling!
Her musings turned wistful as she shaped the dough with practiced speed. Yes, it was her duty, like all ancient beings tethered to this world, to remain in place. She was a font of wisdom, a provider of sweets, and—when necessary—a stern dispenser of discipline. The young were meant to journey, to change the world, to make mistakes. Yet she couldn't help but wish he might return, if only for a short visit.
The sound of a door-knock, loud and impatient, snapped her from her thoughts. These modern whelps had no respect. She glanced at her dwindling collection of wooden spoons and sighed. How many more would splinter beneath her hand before these upstarts learned their lessons?
Still, her work wasn't done. She slid the last tray of sweets into the oven and gave a resolute nod. Perhaps she'd send some treats to the young man who'd left. Surely, he must have run out of her last batch by now. Let him taste her magic again and remember his dear old Baba.
Snatching her sturdiest wooden spoon from its place, she prepared to face the latest intruder. Another child in need of wisdom—whether they liked it or not.
Crooked, clawed hands deftly kneaded the dough, the motions as familiar as breathing. Sugar, spice, and a pinch of magic blended seamlessly under her touch. This was the craft so many modern witches and wizards had forsaken. They relied on wands, staves, and incantations—convenient, yes, but soulless. True magic required no tools, only willpower and labor. Those implements might amplify power, but they diluted magic's essence, its very soul.
Sweat traced down her forearm, a single drop slipping into the dough. Her will, her magic, her very essence infused the mixture. These humble confections would carry more than sweetness; they would kindle warmth, bolster confidence, and spark joy in every soul who tasted them. A bite of her creation had the power to make people a little truer to themselves.
As she worked, the wards around her home chimed, announcing yet another intruder. The nerve of them—children, every one of them! This marked the fourth so-called wizard to darken her doorstep since that kind young man had departed. Oh, how she missed him! Polite, respectful, and eager to learn, he was a rarity among the brash youths of today. But she understood. He had chosen to make his way in the world, even if it meant crossing the pond to that nest of fey rabble. The so-called cradle of magic? Hah! A cradle, indeed—full of tantrums and squabbling!
Her musings turned wistful as she shaped the dough with practiced speed. Yes, it was her duty, like all ancient beings tethered to this world, to remain in place. She was a font of wisdom, a provider of sweets, and—when necessary—a stern dispenser of discipline. The young were meant to journey, to change the world, to make mistakes. Yet she couldn't help but wish he might return, if only for a short visit.
The sound of a door-knock, loud and impatient, snapped her from her thoughts. These modern whelps had no respect. She glanced at her dwindling collection of wooden spoons and sighed. How many more would splinter beneath her hand before these upstarts learned their lessons?
Still, her work wasn't done. She slid the last tray of sweets into the oven and gave a resolute nod. Perhaps she'd send some treats to the young man who'd left. Surely, he must have run out of her last batch by now. Let him taste her magic again and remember his dear old Baba.
Snatching her sturdiest wooden spoon from its place, she prepared to face the latest intruder. Another child in need of wisdom—whether they liked it or not.
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Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well that'll be a bonus to the Egypt adventure, thank ya kindly.
- Location
- alphen aan den rijn
if this is you writing drunk! you need to drink more.
- Location
- Philippines
Hey fun thought. I kinda want to see if theres other ancients magic users if slavic countries have Baba Yaga. does Scotland and Ireland still have Schatach or Greece with Circe?
Would be interesting if they meet up once in a while
Would be interesting if they meet up once in a while
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Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
If people want to meet her so badly I can just put her in here.
She's friendly.
... For aFae, Witch, Being.
View: https://i.imgur.com/CETjK56.jpeg
Just keep her away from particularly plump children.
She's friendly.
... For a
View: https://i.imgur.com/CETjK56.jpeg
Just keep her away from particularly plump children.
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- Location
- Philippines
Kids: she eats kids!!!
Nikola: no...she just like to feeding kids her confectionery and the plump ones got a hard time going home after she is done with them.... and some seem to get lost in the woods and never returned at times
Lurking_Badger
Cheese Enjoyer
- Location
- Wisconsin
She looks rather young and attractive for an elderly witch with iron teeth, bony legs, and an extremely long nose. Though that might be because she has access to the waters of life and flowers that can be brewed into a potion of youth.
I hope she never gets close to Hogwarts. The cast of main characters is 90 percent misbehaving children (though they aren't really plump.)
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm not arguing with Baba, she can look like whatever she wants to look like.
- Location
- Philippines
Maybe she got tired of hexing or cursing all those insurance, oldhomes and or coffin salesmen that keep asking for a moment of her time
Either that or the image of the myth is just propaganda against her or she like to change her form
Either that or the image of the myth is just propaganda against her or she like to change her form
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Gonna be honest, the images of some future DEs hearing him talking about his 'baba', and deciding to try and deal with her is deeply amusing to me.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This kills the Voldemort.
Videogamer921
oh god it’s him
- Location
- 10th circle of Hell; Ohio
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's just as likely that she keeps getting romantic interests who refuse to call her baba yaga, but instead mommy. Or milf
At the very least, it has cut down on the grocery bills