"Why are you staring at that pencil like it'll give you money for staring?"Skulduggery asked Valkyrie as she stared at a pencil with a ripped eraser.
"If your skull can hold thoughts and talk with magic why not this pencil?"Valkyrie said defiantly still staring at the pencil.
"Funny, but there is this little glich in your plan."
"Whats that?"
"I'm human and was dead, there isn't the right kind of magic in your head or in your hands and well pencils don't need to talk. They are rather vexing, always complaining about how they used to be trees and touch the sky."
"You've spoken to a pencil?"
"Well you could say I have."
"Really, well that makes me want to make the pencil talk more."
"Can't say I didn't try."Skulduggery warned as he left for another room.
"Come on talk to me pencil, please I'll be your best friend."Silence and the tension of thought filled the air.
"Only if you don't set me on fire."A voice said, Valkyrie jumped and looked around.
"What was that?"Valkyrie asked looking at the pencil.
"Me, the pencil in your hand. Your new best friend."Valkyrie shrieked not from shock but happiness.
"My new best friend? Ohh I promised that didn't I?"
"Yup now your stuck with me."Valkyrie smiled to herself, this could be fun.
