These were silly girls. Madam Hildegard looked from one to the other as they spoke, unable to remember a time she'd been so...simple. "Can you afford the unicorn crystal ball stand?" The hag did not typically question her customers. When they came, they had a purpose and they had a job to fund their ventures. These were little girls, with possibly enough money for an ice cream cone.

As to the question of protection, the hag grunted. "Nothing you can afford, dearie." She crooned. "Occlumency is your best bet for that." Something she didn't think she would need to explain but with children, it was a different treatment.

She ignored the compliment of the second, instead reaching out to touch hers. Very soft. Smelled delicious. She bet the rest of the girl did, too. "A scrying bowl, dear. It will get it done." She inhaled deeply, shivering with delight.

Mmmmmm.