"Debora, it's not working!" Cornelia's eyes opened wide and she stared at the nervous witch in front of her. Debora nervously flexed her fingers and picked up another thick book in the pile next to them.
Cornelia had told them what she saw last night, Felix and Aetius didn't waste any time in leaving for the cemetery to look for the recording.
It is counted as an offence to dig up a casket but desperate situations call for desperate measures. Cornelia and Debora went up to the library to look at some books that theh found in the farthest shelf. It was an old shelf with even older, dust covered books.
Her great great grandmother's shelf. They were all about witches. Spell books lined, history of witches. Debora's personal heaven.
"I'm sure we will find something!" She flipped throug
