Gemotions

He leaned against the counter, tapping the box with his foot. "Ms. Esmeralda Blackwood," the address read. Esmeralda Blackwood was the name of the previous tenant, a woman who had, according to the gossip, practiced some kind of...unconventional magic.

The contents of the box were, as far as he could tell, nothing short of bizarre: a collection of empty potion bottles, each labeled with cryptic ingredients. He picked up one that read, "Eye of Newt."

He let out a bark of a laugh. He decided he would leave them exactly where they were.