"How do you intend to find your parents' records, huh?" banters the blonde four-eyed-girl in front of me. I am having a great deal of time explaining things to her and her equally blonde cousin.
"Uhm..." I got no idea how to answer her.
"Here in this mess?" She widens her arms stressing her point.
I inhale taking in the colossal bookshelves containing the records of every past students of the school. I now totally comprehend why the librarian dismissed me with a scowled look when I asked her about the said records. They are too damn many, and I wonder how those people managed to hide in the shadows for too long. Then again, what are their magics for?
"Is there any voodoo spell that would ease me?" I inquire the blondes who are giving me 'I told you so looks'. "Come on guys don't be so
