“Billizard, how big do you think the sheet looks like? Do you know if it is small or big?” the scrawny man asked while he was up on the floor, talking loud enough that made the other cringe as if wondering how he was stuck with the man who had no brain or didn’t bother to make use of it.
“Stop yelling,” growled the black witch before continuing to look for something that Damien and Penny were unaware of.
“What a day to spend time with a pair of black witches who decided to come here the same day and time we arrived here,” muttered Damien under his breath.
Both he and Penny couldn’t figure out what the black witches had come here for. If it were books they would have continued to look at the racks but instead, they had spoken about a ‘sheet’. Now they didn’t know what this was about but it sure was of grave importance if they had come here in the middle of the night like they had arrived here.
“What do we do now?” Penny whispered as soft as she could so that the black witch would not catch them here.
“Stay. We need to find what they are looking for. We need to find a sheet of paper,” which they didn’t know of, thought Penny to herself. The black witches themselves didn’t know what exactly they were looking for, which would mean they were in the same boat as them. The only troubling part was that they would have to be the first one to find it while tip-toeing around these black witches unless the black witches found it first and they would have to fight for it.
“How are we going to do it?” Penny asked the most obvious question as they were hiding from the black witches and letting them do half of the job.
“Let’s play hide and seek,” Damien suggested, raising Penny’s eyebrows. Was he being serious? “Trust me, it will be fun. I have your back,” he placed his hand on her shoulder.
“If something goes wrong, I will be the first one to attack you,” she threatened lowly. Damien had his own quirks but sometimes instead of taking a straight route, he liked to play the game of tag or chase, playing with the person before pouncing and finishing the person off.
That being said, Penny had taken another peek when she turned back to see Damien had disappeared from sight. Was he serious?! Penny thought he was lowkey joking but he was serious about splitting and searching this sheet the witches wanted.
Tapping her hand on her side, she took a deep breath before she readied her mind to search in this huge looking mansion.
She wondered if she should first look for the sheet in here, after it was the deceased study room. People often kept important doc.u.ments in their study room. But at the same time she wanted to close the door so that the black witch wouldn’t come here as a surprise while she would have to keep looking up to make sure it was her alone here.
Being next to the door, Penny decided to close the door and she placed her hand on the door ready to push it when she slightly moved it to make a loud creaking sound that made her suck a deep breath of air so that she wouldn’t panic.
‘Oh, dear God!’ prayed Penny in her mind. Hearing the footsteps coming towards the door, Penny wondered if it was time to behave like a cat.
“Meow,” she mewed as best as she could to make it sound like a cat was roaming in the mansion. Thankfully the floorings were made of stone and not wood that she could quickly shuffle her feet to walk behind one of the rack to hide herself.
“This place is so f.u.c.k.i.n.g dusty. Why can’t the council clean it up with it in their jurisdiction,” the grey haired black witch commented, moving his hand in front to make sure the cobwebs didn’t get to him right now, “I heard a cat’s voice,” he murmured.
The black witch didn’t stop moving forward where Penny was hiding right now, her heart thudding in her chest at the thought of being caught. Maybe it wasn’t bad to come out and fight the witch. Even if she wouldn’t be able to do it, she knew Damien would break the man symmetrically without breaking any sweat. Seconds moved slowly and Penny gupled, her eyes widening to close as the witch so close that suddenly Penny was moved from the ground floor to the first floor of the mansion.
Her head was buried in Damien’s chest as he held her in his arms.
“If you want, you can beat the man. You don’t have to hold back, mouse,” he whispered next to her ear.
“You said to play hide and seek!”
Damien’s body shook out of laughter without a sound coming out before he said, “You beat the person if he catches you. Until then the game goes on.”
Damien kissed her forehead making her smile. The man had no time for where and when to romance. Given the opportunity, he would kiss her any day, any time and at any moment without any hesitation to show how much he adored and loved her.
Somewhere, Penny wondered if Damien was playing the cat and mouse game with her too. It had been a while since he had tortured or bullied her, was his claws itching to do it? With that thought, she looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“What the hell was with the cat?” Damien asked her in disbelief and her shoulders slumped.
“I think they found out when I was about to push the door of the study room.”
“I am sure they found out someone is here after you mimicked a cat’s voice which I should say was terrible. Once we get back home we are going to practice on your meowing. Would be helpful in bed too,” he grinned and Penny placed her hand on his mouth when she heard something creak above them.
“There’s an attic to the mansion,” she commented looking up at the ceiling that was made of wood.
