Justin's reaction was a fair one but their interaction hadn't been so bad that Alex wanted to curse him. Goodness no. That was just ridiculous. "It's a gris-gris. I'll break the whole thing down for you," he smiled kindly since he knew for a fact hoodoo wasn't taught around here, "Most are like... Little blessings, hopes and dreams in a bag."
"The blue cloth is peace. White thread and rope for the good spirits. The symbol is the angelic sigil of the Archangel Michael. Inside, you'll find cattail for peace, tiger jasper for stability and the feathers of a white dove. There's also a little piece of parchment detailing the work and words that went into it. Smudged with sage to purify and rubbed with a little still water. You hang it over your bed or you wear it 'round your neck under your shirt, close to your heart."
That was a lot of information but Alex gave it anyway, whether Justin wanted the full break down or not. Then he smiled softly, "It's my wish for you to find peace, happiness. Will it work miracles? No. But maybe it will inspire guidance."