The two youths sat on the edge of the rooftop, and between them floated the Adjudicator, the grinning skull with a top hat and monocle. Its presence was a constant reminder of the unusual game they had just played.
Both Ryan and Jasmine were quiet now, the rapid exchange of questions that had filled the last hour finally coming to a halt. The information they had exchanged felt heavy like an anchor pulling their thoughts into the depths of their minds. Ryan, more than Jasmine, was struggling to process everything he had learned - about witches, about the world of magic, and most shockingly, about himself.
It was almost information overload.
