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I think I must have looked very stupid. Because all I did was gape at him like an idiot. "What is this?" I demanded.
"Well, it's your birthday gift," he said slowly. "A special potion that George and Harry brewed for me called, "your fantasy." I drank it too, and was immersed in your fantasy." He looked around. "Boy, this is girly."
"How is this that 'excellent' birthday gift?" I teased.
James looked hurt.
"I'm joking!" I said, laughing, and then hugging him so hard that my back hurt. "This is amazing. My own fairyland?" I leapt around, laughing. "You know what, I think that you would look good in a tux."
Immediately, a tux appeared on James.
"So how does this work exactly?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I'm not an expert, but right now we're in a fantasy land. It'll only last for three hours, but George says that you have three doses." He handed the box to me. "I hope you like it. It won't be in stores for at least three days."
"How do you put someone in this with you?" I asked.
"Simple," he said. "Either you have to think of them. We added a bit of my food to this, so you'd think of me and I'd appear."
"Sweet," I said. "Thanks. But how does it stop?"
He shrugged. "I guess it just stops."
Then we laughed and walked around some more before it finally wore away and we went to bed. And all that time, my eyes were on his face.
I had never known how much I liked his face.
That night, I poured over the diary with an intense scowl on my face, determined to find out who this mysterious girl was. And finally, I saw a small sentence in the front of the book.
Scrawled on it were the words, "This Belongs to Marilla".
The book fell out of my hands.
Marilla was my mother.
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