"What are you looking for?"
Isobel put away the charm essay she had just finished writing, poured herself a cup of tea, walked over to Albert, and looked down at the book he was thumbing through, asking curiously.
"The natural enemy of the Acromantula." Albert looked up at Isobel, who was drinking her tea, and frowned slightly as he asked, "Where are the glasses I gave you?"
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