Through Potions and Books it's still, you isn't it?

Chapter three

Wilbur had agreed to help Techno out in the shop after they had sent the blonde boy home, watching as he slowly limped out the door and up the street. Niki had once again reminded him to be patient with him, especially since he knew the kid for ten minutes altogether and had yet to form a proper friendship with him unlike her.

The rest of the day went by in no time, customers kept flocking into the shop, either ordering some kind of drink and sitting down with a book they bought prior or taking a look around the shelves on their own. An hour before closing Niki had clocked out, saying that her patrol schedule got altered last minute which meant she had to be on patrol in thirty minutes and she had yet to dress and gear up. Techno had waved her offers of staying longer the day after off, shooting her a small grin before shoving her out of the shop which left the two brothers alone and without any other kind of company. It was nearly 7 pm and since during this time, barely any customers walked in they both grabbed a book and sat down at the small tables in the back of the shop, Techno slurping on an espresso while Wilbur made himself some kind of tea (if you can still call it that after the five spoons of sugar, he added to the water).

Ten minutes before closing a girl walked in. Blonde straight hair was tied into two ponytails, a black face mask covered the lower part of her face only leaving green eyes to look around. A dark green, oversized sweater covered her hands and the majority of her body, blue jeans and black cargo boots the rest of her body. If the hoodie had been her size the two heroes would've seen similar black gloves with the slight difference that hers had been half gloves, revealing the tips of her fingers and black nails.

Upon her entrance both men had looked up from their books, Wilbur putting his down completely, remembering the page he left off before walking over to her. She looked young, despite not being able to see much of her face Wilbur was convinced she couldn't be much older than Tommy, perhaps even younger than him.

"Hey, are you looking for something specific?" He greeted her with a warm smile.

Green eyes scanned over his entire body before flicking over to his brother, who had now also put down his book to scan over the girl.

"Yes actually," she spoke with a heavy accent, similar to Dream's Wilbur realised, "I'm looking for a book about church Prime. The gods specifically."

"I'm afraid we don't have books like this," Techno's voice spoke from the back of the shop, "the few copies that made it through the revolution are locked away in Kinoko Kingdom's library. If you want to have a look at them you'd have to contact Mr. Jacobs or any other person working there and ask for an appointment."

"'Course they locked them away," she muttered under her breath.

"Is there anything else we can help you with?"

She hesitated, gaze lingering on Techno who had gotten up from his chair and slowly walked to the front of the shop. Slowly, she pulled out a small piece of paper from the pocket of her hoodie, handing it to Wilbur.

"I'm looking for that person, is there any chance you guys have seen them around here?"

Techno had stepped right behind Wilbur, one hand now resting on his shoulder while looking down at the picture. It was rather old, the frame had already been torn a little and white streaks went over it. A what seems to be man looked into the camera, similar green eyes staring right into Techno's and Wilbur's souls. There was a tiny scar on the person's right forehead and if Techno hadn't known any better he'd say it was the letter X and D, dirty blonde curls barely covering them. They had a sharp jawline and thin lips, a scar splitting the upper lip on the left side slightly.

The person had looked familiar but neither of the two men could pin down where they had seen them.

"I'm afraid not," Wilbur said while shaking his head, handing the picture back to the girl who immediately snatched it out of his hands and stashed it back into her pocket, "who are they?"