 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven  Freeman gazed down at the offending socks. They did look scratchy. He could sympathize with being forced to wear unbearable clothing by overbearing maternal figures. The girl's feet were probably wrinkled and soggy with sweat inside those socks. That's what had happened to him when Grandmother made him wear a tweed suit to that garden party--he could recall the tracks of sweat running down his back, with no way of evaporating through the thick weave. Instead, the tweed acted as kind of a greenhouse, capturing all the heat and sweat and boiling Freeman alive in his own juices.
"I'm sorry," he said stiffly to her feet, although his expression had softened. He looked up to meet her eyes. "I haven't introduced myself. I'm Freeman Stuart. And my suggestion is to remove your socks entirely and go barefoot until November." Daisy stared incredulously at the boy as he spoke to her toes. When he looked up at her she couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh Freeman,” A big smile spread across her face. “You are a very funny boy. But I don’t think the professors will let me walk around without any shoes on. Besides, I might step on a fangel thorn and turn purple.” It had happened to her brother Leander once and he had been purple for a month.
“Should we get some tea?” She ask as he stomach growled. “I hear the house elves have cooked up some of their famous cucumber sandwiches for an afternoon snack…and there might be some cookies as well.”
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