"Billizard, how big do you think the sheet looks like? Do you know if it is small or big?" the scrawny man asked while he was up on the floor, talking loud enough that made the other cringe as if wondering how he was stuck with the man who had no brain or didn't bother to make use of it.
"Stop yelling," growled the black witch before continuing to look for something that Damien and Penny were unaware of.
"What a day to spend time with a pair of black witches who decided to come here the same day and time we arrived here," muttered Damien under his breath.
Both he and Penny couldn't figure out what the black witches had come here for. If it were books they would have continued to look at the racks but instead, they had spoken about a 'sheet'. Now they didn't know what this was about but it sure was of grave importance if they had come here in the middle of the night like they had arrived here.
