The Eyes Of 'Rah

Bonfire Night

"Took you long enough to get here" Mr. Pawn snorted with a deep scowl when Seraphine finally returned.

"I didn't even spend too much time at the grave" checking her pocket watch, she shook her head, "you're always looking for a way to pick a bone with me"

He scoffed, "as if you're worth picking a fight with" he rounded the counter and handed her a sheet of paper, "what's this for?"

"I don't understand how you keep the record and to avoid you yapping like a chicken that is about to be dipped in a hot water, I wrote it down"

Seraphine threw her head back in laughter as she imagined the old man's sentence, "I wonder how you come up with this analogy of yours."

"Keep wondering, little girl" he muttered, taking his coat off the hanger.

She eyed the man who seemed to be losing his patience, he grunted when he couldn't fit a foot in one of his shoes at the first try, "one would think you're going to see your lover with how dedicated you are to taking your evening stroll and how impatient you seem" she teased.

Since she didn't hear a response from him, she added what she knew would definitely bring a response, "I noticed Mrs. Nosey have been taking a time off her stall around this time, have you two been meeting somewhere?" Faking a surprised gasp.

Mr. Pawn threw her a deadly glare, "over my dead body!"

Giggling at the old man's reaction, it never ceased to amuse her how he reacts whenever he was associated with Mrs. Mosey. Her eyes fell on the space which should've been occupied by a particular book.

"Where is the book?" Pointing at the now empty space. The book where she read about the Chronophages was no longer there.

"What book?" Occupied with tying his shoe lace, Mr. Pawn didn't look up to see where she was pointing at.

"The Creatures of the Past" after reading the whole content, she had deliberately left it there. She wanted to know the owner when they come to claim it.

"If you can't find it there, the owner must have come for it"

She read through the paper he gave her earlier, "it's not amongst the items you returned. Could you have returned it without writing it down"

Shrugging, he straightened "perhaps" walking backward, he pushed the door open from behind, "have a night evening"

For doubting sake, Seraphine checked the shelves where 'yet to claim' and unclaimed books were kept to search for the book. The feeling of mystery she associated with the book got even stronger, she knew the old man might be grumpy but was not careless when it comes to the pawned items.

"Seraphine Patrick!" Felicity yelled, like she would scold a child, "tell me why you haven't changed your cloth so we will be on our way to the bonfire"

"Relax, it's just a bonfire, there's no reason to dress elegantly. It wouldn't take me much time to change"

"I'm sure you know exactly what bonfire means" Seraphine stared at the gown Felicity was putting on. The ball gowns was full and long that one would think she was going for another ball.

"Yes" looking for what Seraphine might have seen in the cloth, "and this is not our first time"

"Ok then but I have to warn you not to stay close to the fire" eyeing her full ball gown dress with the inflammable material.

"Don't worry, I'll stay far away from the fire, what I'm more interested in are the fine manly men around" grinning. With a gentle shove, she steered Seraphine towards the back door for a change of cloth.