I own Aaron la Fey. That's it. I don't know who owns Morgan la Fey.

Were is it. Were is it. I couldn't have lost it. It was in my trunk, were I left it, and I never took it out.

"Mom! Were is my book on Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"On the couch were you we reading it yesterday."

Oh.

"Mom! We have to hurry. If we don't leave soon, I'm going to miss the train."

"Then hurry up and get packed. You were supposed to get packed last night. What happened?"

"I was reading that book you gave me on ancient dark magic."

"You are supposed to read that at school."

"I just read the first chapter. I fell asleep before I could start the second chapter."

Minutes later.

"Mom! I can't find the book on ancient magic and spells."

"I have it. Now, if you don't hurry up, you will miss the train. So pack."

"I know. I'm hurrying as fast as I can. There, done,"

"Good. Now let's get going."

And we were off.