As witches go, she put on a pretty good show.
Lots of mumbo jumbo in her dimly lit cottage. But statistically she was a failure. She had a reputation for casting love spells. Young girls from the village and from miles around would visit her. As time passed it became evident and generally known that very few of her spells actually worked. The desperate girls simply didn’t get the man of their dreams. Her clientele dropped off, so did her income. Finally, she passed away in abject poverty.
The aging widow had never learnt one of the cardinal rules of spell casting.
Her heart just wasn’t in it.