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Okay I have it. I decided to do more about the socks. lol here it is:
Chapter Eleven
Morning came. After a long, comfortable night of sleep in warm beds, curled up between soft blankets, the four young adults felt well-rested and happy. After brushing their hair and making sure all their treasured possessions were safe (Salazar’s locket, Rowena’s diadem, Helga’s goblet, and Godric’s sword—and his socks) they all went down to breakfast.
“Everyone have a good night’s sleep?” asked Godric. “Good. We need to figure out where we need to go next. My dear friends,” he started.
“Oh, not this speech again,” groaned Rowena.
Godric shot her a dirty look. “My dear friends,” he continued, “If we want to open up a school, it would help if we had someplace to put it!” He took a sip of his pumpkin juice. “Any ideas?”
Helga looked up from her plate of eggs. “I do. Why don’t we go back to that place with the lake, in Scotland, and—“
“NO!’ Rowena said, her blood turning to ice at the thought of going back there. Her face whitened. “I would never go back there in a million years!”
”But we killed the squid,” said Salazar bluntly. He had rather liked it there. Until one of his best friends was almost killed, that is. “Come on Ro, you said yourself that you thought it was pretty there.”
”Good point,” sighed Rowena. “All right, I’ll go back, but don’t ask me to go anywhere near the lake!” She put her hand on the diadem, which was resting beside her plate of bacon and buttermilk biscuits, and felt its friendly intelligence seep into her calming her. How could something so pretty come from such an evil place?
”Well, that’s at least a week away, even if we do fly. We should get going this afternoon at the latest.” Godric looked down at his toes. He was wearing his favorite pair of thick woolen socks—they were bright red, with orange and lime-green polka dots. He wiggled his toes and then thought, It’s official. Something’s wrong with me. Maybe I should see a therapist. But even as he thought it, he couldn’t help feeling warm with happiness at the wonderfulness of socks. They were so wiggle. And you can make people out of them!
Slowly, Godric became aware that everyone in the breakfast room was staring at him. Every. Single. Person.
Oopsie.
End of Chapter Eleven
And there you have it!
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