When strangers see Rosa shuffling around her garden, collecting leaves and petals from odd or exotic plants that grow wildly in the fenced area, they often joke that the "old gypsy lady is casting a curse on someone again".
Rosa's hearing isn't what it used to be, but if she heard them she might correct them (in charming, grandmotherly broken English). At least about the gypsy part. As far as she remembers, there were no gypsies in her ancestral line.But then again, who knows? Her varied European family tree may have a branch dipped in a nomad clan somewhere.
As for the curse part....you can't cast a curse.
More like you brew one. Simmer one slowly. Lovingly add a wide variety of ingredients, carefully balancing the mixture.
"You no justa...wiggle your fingers and a POOFY it's finito."
The more care used, the more powerful the mixture. You can't rush a good curse. You cultivate it, care for it, and then send it into the world.
This figure is 7.5 inches tall.