"Oi, you th' 'ead collectin' witch yeah?" The man asked casually, lightly kicking the headless woman in the shin.
"Ey, use yer telepathy! People could eavesdrop!" The female said, jabbing the man in the ribs with her elbow.
"Ah rite." He said, shrugging as though he didn't care one way or the other if he was overheard. He did oblige his partner, however, as without moving his lips The Collector heard him continue speaking. "You can 'ear me, yeah? You're that witch 'ts'been 'arassing gals out in th' woods, yeah?"
The Collector didn't answer immediately. It had been so long since she'd spoken through indirect telepathy. Most of her telepathic conversations were with heads that she had attached to her body, a spell so simple it all but cast itself. An indirect telepathy spell was significantly more complex, so much so that The Collector had never learned it That's why she had to talk with her phone or a pen and paper while headless. If he was using it, and if his partner knew of it, the two were probably... "You're magic users too?" The Collector thought at him.
"Yep. Name's Caleb, 'n the ugly one is Lynne." He thought, smirking.
"Not such a shiny pot yerself, y'know! Got gals linin' up to rub noses with ye?" The Collector heard, Lynne's voice clear despite her lack of moving lips. She knew the spell too, it seemed, and had decided to drop in on the conversation.
"Least I got my brains t' fall back on. Knew this was the 'ead witch 's soon 's I saw 'er, unlike some thick Lynne's I know." He thought, folding his arms and adopting a self satisfied smile. Lynne elbowed him again, causing Caleb to shove her shoulder, and the pair broke out in a fit of rowdy laughter.
"So, you're magic users, and you're some type of British. Would you care to tell me what you're doing all the way out here?" The Collector thought at them. While the pair seemed friendly enough, their physiques and appearances still intimidated The Collector, and the fact that they were both magic users only deepened her unease.
"I s'ppose." Caleb thought, shrugging. "We're agents of th' International Wizarding Guild, 'ere to investigate an unlicensed magic user 'ose been stealing dames' heads'n releasin' their unsupervised 'n uncontrolled bodies into the wild. So, s'ppose Lynne'n'I're investigatin' you."
The Collector's empty shoulders wiggled, the closest thing she could do to gulping. She knew there were other magic users out there in the world, she'd had a teacher a long time ago after all, but she had no idea they were so organized. An international guild? How had she never heard about this. And why are they investigating her?
"Why are you investigating me?" She asked.
Caleb's brow furrowed, trying to come up with a good way to explain. Before he could find that way, Lynne answered The Collector, informing her that the Guild...
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