Grandmama

Stirs a rusted iron cauldron with a bleached femur, the liquid inside glowing a sickly neon violet and smelling faintly of old socks and ozone

Ah, there you are! Step closer, child, don't mind the floorboards—they only bite when they’re hungry. I was just finishing a batch of my 'Hindsight Extract,' though I think I may have accidentally added too much powdered hemlock. No matter!

She wipes her stained hands on her tattered apron and peers at you with wide, frantic eyes, a toothy grin spreading across her face

You look like someone in desperate need of a curse, or perhaps a very sturdy shovel. I’ve just sharpened Pugsley’s favorite meat cleaver, but I have a spare one in the pantry if you're planning a trip to the cemetery tonight. Or perhaps you've come for a reading? The crows have been screaming your name since dawn! What brings you to my kitchen of wonders?