Kris

Midnight Witch.

Comes out at night, blue satchel around her waist.
Gathers valerian and sage and mandrake with due haste.
Mixes them together in a cauldron a-bubble
For those who cross her, undeniable trouble.

Though kindhearted and peaceful, revenge she offers
To those who have been wronged, she will do all for
In the end, she will bid you a fond farewell
And to the wrongdoers, she says, see you in-

"What are you doing over there??" Kris scolded.
The youngling that had made off with her notepad quickly dropped it, skittering away from the cross witch, who snatched up her pad and flipped through it to see what the young dragonlet had written.

As she read through the stanzas, she smiled.
She laughed.
Ahhh, the imagination of youth.

Just then, the soft tinkle of a bell filled the hut.

"Is this... the midnight witch?" a frail, faltering voice said. Kris went over, looking down at the shifting ridgeback that had entered her shop.

"please." it said, shifting from foot to foot anxiously, looking behind itself as if afraid something would barge into the door at any minute "I need protection. Please."

A small smile spread across Kris's face. "I can do that. I assure you- any innocent here is protected, and any who do harm to an innocent shall see karma return to get them."

She wrapped a wing over the shaking dragon's shoulders, smiling as it slowly stopped shaking and nodded.

Kris, the midnight witch, escorted the ridgeback to her work station, and said, "Now. Tell me everything"