"No, I don't remember anyone like that, my student. I don't remember anyone unusual at all! No one comes to see the old Ghost, anyway. It's just me and my books." Ghost gestured at a stack of tomes on his reading table. "These were just brought to the coven yesterday. And now I'm the first one to read them! Too bad they seem to be utter rubbish as far as I saw. But I didn't finish them yet…"
I leaned closer to read the names. "Truth and Myths about Small Folk", "Under the Hills", "Supernatural Beings of Europe, Volume II", "Falling Stardust", "Changeling". There seemed to be a common theme.
"What's that Stardust is about? Is it about fairies too?"
