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the course of past events very
well. Hilda could not be bothered by that fact, but she still
needed to know where William Connoley was, and this was the place
where she could find out. Provided the quill had not played a trick
on her. Bert, after being treated to a taste of solid magic, was
probably not eager to help her out.
In the kitchen Hilda had found a packet of
cookies covered in chocolate, and she was working on reducing the
contents, when suddenly an eerie sound rang through the store. The
wicked witch ducked behind a stack of books, wishing that the sound
would go away. Her wish was not granted, the sound persisted. It
also did not move through the store, she noticed, so she got up and
went around to locate the source of this noise and silence it once
and for always. A large book she had picked up would serve her well
in that, she hoped.
The phone rang and blinked. That is how Hilda
found it on the counter. "Magic is not allowed, eh?", she snorted.
"Really."
She put down the book and examined the device
with its noise and its blinking light. There was a small window on
it, and there was a text on it. William Connoley. Hilda stumbled
backwards, pressing herself against the shelves of books, holding a
hand over her heart. This demonic device bore the name of the man
she needed to talk to! She then saw the small blinking button that
read 'talk'.
Hilda looked at the device and said: "Talk!"
It didn't.
"Talk!!"
It remained unimpressed.
Boldly she stabbed at the flashing button.
"Talk, you abomination!"
11. William
Connoley
"Bert? Are you there? It took you long enough,
dear friend!"
Hilda stared at the demon device and wanted to
damage the quill. Magic is not allowed my ass, she thought. "Who
are you, demon?", she said, making the wand appear and pointing it
at the telephone.
"Hello? Who is that? Is Bert there?", the device
spoke.
Hilda glanced at the body, whose mind was still
unavailable. "Bert is... indisposed."
"What? You mean he is sick? Too bad for him. I
assume you are watching the shop for him then. I am William
Connoley. Bert's friend."
Hilda poked the demon device with her wand. "You
are his friend?" She tried to connect two dots that were just too
far apart. She had been convinced that William Connoley was an
ordinary, a human, not a small demonic device that flashed lights
and spoke with a feeble voice. "I don't understand. He talked like
you were far away, and you are lying here on the table."
William needed some time to let this sink in.
First there was the surprise of hearing a woman answering the
telephone. A woman! In Bert's shop! And then there was the added
sensation of hearing her speak as if she was skyhigh, on some drug.
Bert should get rid of his habit to attract weirdos, but for now
he'd have to do with this person. He decided to play along.
"Okay, listen," the device said. "I am not
inside this telephone. I am far away, and I am using the telephone
to talk to Bert. Well, to you at the moment."
"You are using magic," Hilda stated, feeling
more and more inclined to retire the quill indefinitely.
William decided not to go into that discussion.
"Listen. There is a book I need. Someone wants to buy it, and I
know that Bert has it. I am sure that he's fine with it, that I
sell it for him. And we'll split the profits."
Hilda's eyes grew almost saucer-like. She knew
that she was far from being a good person, but taking prophets
apart was something even she would not dream of doing.
"The book," the demon device said to her before
she could respond, "is either on the table to the left of the sofa,
or on the shelf to the right of it." The voice went on describing
the book to her, and then asked if she could find it.
Hilda slowly moved away from the device, her
wand not wavering from it, her eyes on it as long as she could see
it. Then she stepped over Bert and found the book on the table, as
the demon had said. She picked it up and carried it to the device,
holding it up so the demon
well. Hilda could not be bothered by that fact, but she still
needed to know where William Connoley was, and this was the place
where she could find out. Provided the quill had not played a trick
on her. Bert, after being treated to a taste of solid magic, was
probably not eager to help her out.
In the kitchen Hilda had found a packet of
cookies covered in chocolate, and she was working on reducing the
contents, when suddenly an eerie sound rang through the store. The
wicked witch ducked behind a stack of books, wishing that the sound
would go away. Her wish was not granted, the sound persisted. It
also did not move through the store, she noticed, so she got up and
went around to locate the source of this noise and silence it once
and for always. A large book she had picked up would serve her well
in that, she hoped.
The phone rang and blinked. That is how Hilda
found it on the counter. "Magic is not allowed, eh?", she snorted.
"Really."
She put down the book and examined the device
with its noise and its blinking light. There was a small window on
it, and there was a text on it. William Connoley. Hilda stumbled
backwards, pressing herself against the shelves of books, holding a
hand over her heart. This demonic device bore the name of the man
she needed to talk to! She then saw the small blinking button that
read 'talk'.
Hilda looked at the device and said: "Talk!"
It didn't.
"Talk!!"
It remained unimpressed.
Boldly she stabbed at the flashing button.
"Talk, you abomination!"
11. William
Connoley
"Bert? Are you there? It took you long enough,
dear friend!"
Hilda stared at the demon device and wanted to
damage the quill. Magic is not allowed my ass, she thought. "Who
are you, demon?", she said, making the wand appear and pointing it
at the telephone.
"Hello? Who is that? Is Bert there?", the device
spoke.
Hilda glanced at the body, whose mind was still
unavailable. "Bert is... indisposed."
"What? You mean he is sick? Too bad for him. I
assume you are watching the shop for him then. I am William
Connoley. Bert's friend."
Hilda poked the demon device with her wand. "You
are his friend?" She tried to connect two dots that were just too
far apart. She had been convinced that William Connoley was an
ordinary, a human, not a small demonic device that flashed lights
and spoke with a feeble voice. "I don't understand. He talked like
you were far away, and you are lying here on the table."
William needed some time to let this sink in.
First there was the surprise of hearing a woman answering the
telephone. A woman! In Bert's shop! And then there was the added
sensation of hearing her speak as if she was skyhigh, on some drug.
Bert should get rid of his habit to attract weirdos, but for now
he'd have to do with this person. He decided to play along.
"Okay, listen," the device said. "I am not
inside this telephone. I am far away, and I am using the telephone
to talk to Bert. Well, to you at the moment."
"You are using magic," Hilda stated, feeling
more and more inclined to retire the quill indefinitely.
William decided not to go into that discussion.
"Listen. There is a book I need. Someone wants to buy it, and I
know that Bert has it. I am sure that he's fine with it, that I
sell it for him. And we'll split the profits."
Hilda's eyes grew almost saucer-like. She knew
that she was far from being a good person, but taking prophets
apart was something even she would not dream of doing.
"The book," the demon device said to her before
she could respond, "is either on the table to the left of the sofa,
or on the shelf to the right of it." The voice went on describing
the book to her, and then asked if she could find it.
Hilda slowly moved away from the device, her
wand not wavering from it, her eyes on it as long as she could see
it. Then she stepped over Bert and found the book on the table, as
the demon had said. She picked it up and carried it to the device,
holding it up so the demon
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