The scent of oregano and honeysuckle filled the air as Rosemary filled the boiling pot with the two leaves. She made that potion at least once a week, using it to help her sleep. Often she would lie awake at night, wondering why the townspeople treated her that way. Yes, she made potions, but that did not make her a witch. The main reason for the potions was to help people get better.
After taking this potion, she grabbed a few vials of already made remedies. She stepped out of her small cottage and towards the road. There, she planned to sell her homemade medicines to passers-by. The only problem was no one would go near her.
A small child of ten had asked her what she was doing. She offered the boy a vial when the father strongly protested, "No, James. A witch, she is, and nothing better."
Rosemary attempted a protest but was at a disadvantage. Several other townsmen came out of nowhere. Together they grabbed her and tied her arms and legs together. Carrying her to an abandoned barn, they chanted, "Witch, Witch, she's a witch!" They tossed her in like garbage, locking the door tightly on the way out.
"What are we to do now?" James's father said to the town leader, Artemis Magellow.
"What else?" The large man sighed, "We call the Brother's Grimm."