2Wow. Big writer's block ahead. I kept on writing and changing, writing and changing. It was chaos. I guess that's what I get for writing without a plan. But I think it turned out alright. Make sure you review and tell me what you think! And yes, I am changing this to a story on what happens after the books instead. :D
Sophie checked her imparter for the uptenth time in five minutes.
"You really need to calm down. Do you want me to make you some custard bursts?" Edaline had appeared in the doorway without Sophie even knowing.
Then Sophie remembered. Even though she moved out, on the weekends her adopted parents, Grady and Edaline, came to talk, help out, or whatever else they felt like doing.
"I don't know if I even have the ingredients in my poor little kitchen to make them."
While Sophie said this, she knew that her kitchen was not at all poor or tiny. Grady and Edaline had given her more than enough money to 'start her off in the new world'. Even though as a kid, she pretty much saw the whole world. The Forbidden Cities and the Elven World.
"I can go and get some for you! Enough for me to make them today and enough for you to make them whenever you feel like you need a good old custard burst." Edaline turned on her heel and whooshed out of the doorway before Sophie could even answer.
Meh. I could go for a custard burst anyway. You know what else I could go for? BIANA ANSWERING ME!, Sophie thought as she threw herself spread eagle on her bed.
Biana had taken to brooding in her room until she got her matchmaker scroll. While she should have already gotten one, she refused all of them until they were done with the Neverseen.
The Neverseen was shut down by the Black Swan a few months ago in a big final battle. No casualties on the Black Swan side, only Mr. Forkle was paralyzed from the neck down. He rolls around in a wheelchair most of the time, but sometimes is still able to fly if necessary, but he is so old now, it takes all of the energy out of him.
Sandor walked into the room with bright red eyes, like he had been crying.
"What do you need now Sandor? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"With what?" Sandor's hilarious squeaky voice came out of the big, ripped, gray goblin that always made Sophie think of Alvin and the Chipmunks.
"With-with-with…" Sophie trailed off, gesturing at her imparter.
"Well, I think this is more important. Forkle's-"
MWAHAHAHAHA! YES! I didn't even let Sandor finish his sentence! YES! Also, something I want to cover that's on an entirely different note. I mentioned on my profile that I am I Sokeefe fandom and Dophie will never happen. Well, I am going to try and not be biased on this. (But I may steer away from Dophie. It's too gross! :P) Ciao! :D