Nothing happened. Exasperated, Pretoria peered in the cubby beneath the register for the Book of Retail Spells. But of course, it was gone.
“Does nothing stay put in this store?” She blew a wisp of hair off her forehead and looked up. The sleepwalking nightgowns had arranged themselves nicely over the bed-buggery short-sheets. But everything else had been a complete disaster since Madame Terminus had left for lunch.
The rickrolling pins had beaned the last two customers. Madame Terminus was due back any minute. There was only one thing to do.
She lifted her wand and waved. “Confringo!”