Private Finished The Candle in the Antique Store

Monday listened to the young woman talk, a frown on his face forming and getting deeper the more she talked. And by the time Candle was finished, the male witch was feeling quite indignant on her part.

These amateur wannabes witches, they always thought they were at the top of the food chain for some reason. But if they had seen what Monday had seen, and experienced what Monday had experienced, they'd soon find out that they were in the middle, if lucky, but more likely close to the bottom of that proverbial food chain.

"Get rid of you?" Monday asked in sort of a demanding, but polite tone, having assumed the master thing was sort of thing they called each other, not that she was actually owned. He had assumed slavery was banned on the island despite what some might think. "What do you mean by that? Does he not pay you?" Monday inquired, his hackles starting to rise.

"Hold on, please," Monday said rather thoughtfully as he scratched his beard at the beginning of an idea. The whole fact that she had not received any compensation and was being sort of mistreated, or ignored, until her master, who sounded like a spoilt ignoramus, could pawn her off on someone else because she was too intelligent appalled him beyond words.

"You said that Mr. Notts wanted to find you a new placement, right?" he said, just making sure that was correct. "Would you mind working here perhaps, with me in the shop?" Monday asked curiously.

Monday had to smile when she agreed to working and staying with him as her new "master" - a term he really did not enjoy, but for now, he'd accept.

"You can just tell Mr. Notts that Monday from the witches coven would like to take you on," Gabriel told her, "If he knows anything about witches and curses, he'll know who I am," Monday assured her his tone now somewhat grim.

It wasn't often Monday alluded to who he was, or that he was part of a infamous coven of cursed witches. However, any spellcaster worth their weight in salt would know who they were or at least of their curses. It wasn't often entire covens were made up of doubly cursed mages who were also the last members of their witch's family lines. They were, if nothing else, famous for their apparent bad luck.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name?" Gabriel said with a rather sheepish grin, realising how ironic and silly it was that they were agreeing to such a transaction and yet neither of them knew each other's names.

"Candle. That's a rather interesting name," he told her, understanding completely the complexity - and power - behind some names. He was also using a moniker. Very few knew his true name, and those few he trusted with his life. His coven members knew, but they were in the same boat as him, and besides, they had sworn to keep each other safe.

"I will let you go now, but if there is a problem with your, ah," here Monday almost wrinkled his nose with disdain at the title," with Mr. Notts, do let me know and I will talk to him personally," Monday said. He wasn't usually a man who stooped to "strongly persuading" others. But, for some reason, he felt rather motivated to remove Candle from the negative environment she was trapped in.