Bookshop

"Excuse me, but would you be Bernard Black?" Willow stood in the middle of a London bookshop.

"Who wants to know?" The man behind the counter looked at her with bloodshot eyes, "And are you going to buy anything?"

"I'm from The Council..."

"The Council? I paid my tax: I have a recite for it and everything."

"No: The Watchers Council."

"What!" Those two words had the same effect as several pints of black coffee, "What do you want?"

"I was told this was a good place to acquire magical books..."

"Don't shout! You think I want everyone to know that?"

"Well?"

"Well what? Oh, the books: by the door."

The End