“What, were you expecting a cauldron?” Ophelia was mad at the evil eye she was given and she did not appreciate this insinuation, so she snapped back with this sarcastic line when the man that was traveling down the same road that she was on, gave her a sideways glance showing his displeasure for her choice of clothing. Being a witch was a crime that was punishable by death and some of her best friends were recently burned at the stake for this. She lived an unconventional lifestyle, she had a black cat, but it was just a pet, not a familiar that was given to her by the devil. She did not cast any spells that would cause illness, death or disaster of any kind, and she would never think of punishing her enemies by giving them nightmares, making their crops fail, or deliberately sickening their animals. Ophelia was a recluse who enjoyed living a solitary life in isolation from the world and she tended to avoid other people at all cost.
Ophelia enjoyed dressing in her black robe-like dress and wearing her pork pie hat with the wide brim. She had fair skin and the wide brim protected her from the Sun’s rays. This was her walking outfit and back at home she had a black lace robe, a satin black robe, and a black Kimono dressing gown, along with an assortment of black undergarments, which she considered essential, so she could always coordinate her bra with her panties. Having a nice selection of sexy lingerie allowed her to be feminine and this made her feel desirable. Going with the same color every day made life much easier for Ophelia, as she didn’t have to put a whole lot of thought into what she was going to wear, unless she was dressing for some special occasion. She felt that the color black contained magical properties, as it always made her feel slimmer.
Her mother had always told her that even if people can’t see the color of her underwear, that it was important to choose to wear the right color, as that would have an effect on her mood and energy, even if no one was able to see them. She knew that every color vibrated at a different frequency, going through her skin, over her whole body and into her brain and black allowed her to show strength and it also provided a great contrast for her pale skin. She was aware that her black garments held in more heat, so she always made sure to get plenty of ventilation when she got back home. She knew that if she could put on some nice underwear, that she would be able to keep the attention of any man.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.