Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything to do with the books and the story. Dianna Ross owns Upsidedown (you'll see where this song comes in). Ok, onto the good stuff...
The new challenge (1-15-00)
-Someone must have a "wizard" cold
-A dictionary has to fall out of the sky
-Someone has to say "Atah Rotzeh Ani" which means "You want me" in
Hebrew.
-A character's feet must smell bad (ew)
-It must be funny (This is probably why I shouldn't win)
-A lizard has to be present at least once
-ron's broken wand must be mentioned. (Because what DID happen to it?)
Part Four
Chapter One – 'Twas The Night Before Christmas...
Nina Weasley sat cross-legged on top of her fluffy comforter. It was nearly 11:30 on Christmas Eve, and she was anticipating the next morning. Two small blue flamed candles in delicate porcelain holders floated a foot above the bed, in front of her. They swung lazily around a small area, never moving too far away.
Outside, snow was falling from the empyrean toward the earth, eliminating the frigid, still darkness with a blur of white powder. Her eyes followed the haze of ice crystals as they danced about the night sky, descending to he ground.
"Ms. Nina." Nina was pulled from her hypnotic state.
"Hmm," sighed Nina, not removing her gaze from her attic window. Paige, the house elf jumped onto her bed. He short legs barely ran over the edge, remaining several feet above the ground.
"Ms. Nina should go to bed," she said crossly.
"Isn't it lovely," she replied, ignoring the demand. Paige glanced at the snow, quite frightened.
"It is cold, Ms. Nina," she stuttered, seemingly offended that one could call the blizzard lovely.
"Each flake is so unique with its own history and personality," stated Nina. She was more speaking to her self than to the frightened elf.
"I can not understand," squeaked the elf. "Paige must sleep, for Christmas is tomorrow, Ms. Nina." She made the jump from the edge of the bed, which relative to her size was enormous. Nina faired her goodbye, giving Paige an early 'Merry Christmas!'
Nina wasn't sure what she meant by her earlier statement. Sure, each flake was geometrically arranged in a unique way, which was quite beautiful, but what could she mean by history and personality? Perhaps snow flakes were people who had lived their lives through, now supplying those who hadn't with the most essential basic need: water. I've gone mad, she thought.
The flakes settled onto the outside of Nina's sill, the humidity fogging the pane. Staring wide-eyed out the window, Nina thought of several clever anti-fogging charms, wishing that students could use magic during the holidays.
The soft sound of whispering and laughing filled her drowsy mind. Nina lay her head on her pillow, wrapping herself into the comforters, letting her eyes fall shut. Somewhere below, her siblings were with their loved ones, which didn't nauseate Nina at all. Christmas was coming…
* * *
Ron and Hermione Weasley finished finger feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries. Ever since Ron had discovered his wife's fluency in Hebrew, it became practically the only language they spoke to each other in.
[In Hebrew:]
Ron: "You like my strawberries?"
Hermione: "You know I do!"
Ron: "You want to lick them?"
Hermione: "Yes, yum…"
Ron: "Come to me!"
Not the least bit shy, Hermione pulled her husband into her arms, kissing him deeply. After a few brief moments, before things got too heavy, she pulled away. Ron pulled at her arm as she got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" he pleaded. Hermione shot him a familiar look, which meant 'shut up, I'm coming back.' She retrieved her wand off the night table, performed a simple sound proofing spell and magically locked the door.
"Atah Rotzeh Ani?" (You want me?), teased Hermione. Ron only stared at her, his face rapidly turning red. Without a sound, Hermione skillfully stepped out of her night robes, her bare skin meeting the chill. Wand still at hand, she summoned a dozen candles around the bed, then crawled back into it.
Chapter Two – Fred and George's Stupid Gag
The rising sun did not bring the end to the blistering cold and falling snow. Rays of light reflected off the growing two feet of snow, burning Nina's eyes as she opened them. She patiently waited for them to adjust, not wanting to move from her warm bed.
Then again, inviting and familiar smells were filling Nina's room, and she willed herself out of bed. A toasty fire blazed in the fireplace; no doubt made by Paige. Suddenly, Nina recalled the night before, it had been Christmas Eve. Seeing how it was the day after, it was Christmas!
After throwing on flattering teal dress robes a matching shawl and slippers, Nina scurried down to the living room. A 12-foot Christmas tree took up nearly a quarter of the room. Underneath were dozens of wrapped boxes in all sizes.
"Morning," chirped Hermione. She was already seated on one of the sofas, waiting for the rest of the family to come down for the traditional unwrapping. Ron's head was resting on her shoulder, quiet snores escaping his nose. "Oh he's just a little zonked out," explained Hermione.
Nina nodded, "men." They both giggled a little too loudly. Ron shot up, then looked around dazed. Without saying a word, he curled up once more and was dreaming again in a matter of seconds.
Within ten minutes, Fred, George and Charlie had come into the living room. Being the only single Weasleys, they were the least tired (if you know what I mean). Fred and George seemed suspiciously excited about the upcoming gifts. Nina made a mental note to open their gifts with ease.
Ginny and Scott were the next to come in, followed by Bill and Fleur. Percy and Penelope slept walked into the cozy den a few seconds later. Only Mr. and Mrs. Weasley remained to show up. Judging by the delicious, mouth-watering smells, Molly was in the kitchen making breakfast. As if on cue, Arthur entered the living room from the hallway, just as his wife did from the opposite side. "Good, your all here," she said, running back into the kitchen.
They exchanged puzzled looks, but immediately understood. Mrs. Weasley, aided by Paige flew thirteen trays of pancakes, toast, eggs and bacon into the room. She scolded them not to get a drop of it on the carpet, as they all dug in.
As it turned out, it was impossible to drop food, anyway. The trays, plates, cups and food itself was charmed to float. Finding this amusing, Fred and George started a food fight. Twenty minutes later, they were grabbing bits of scrambled eggs and toast out of the air and disposing of them. Mrs. Weasley had delayed the gift opening until her living room was clean.
Being the youngest, Nina opened her presents first. The first was a violet Weasley sweater sewn by Mrs. Weasley. It was exactly the same as the one she'd received the year before, but slightly larger for her growing bust. After a quick hug from her quite emotional mother, Nina moved on.
The next gift was a very small gold wrapped box. Nina hated to unwrap such a gorgeous looking thing. She looked around the room, trying to see whom the box was from. Her dark eyes met Hermione's, which glowed with anticipation. It was from her.
Nina examined the beautiful necklace in her palm. It had a slim silver chain and an oval amulet, which could slide along it. The oval charm was a deep shade of lavender, but was rapidly changing to a sea green, which perfectly matched her teal robes. Hermione jumped up, disturbing her (once again) snoozing husband. She closed the clasp around Nina's neck, explaining that the necklace would match whatever she wore.
Nina examined herself in the mirror, and for once, it had nothing bad to say to her. Another effect that the necklace has was to beatify the rest of the wearer. Nina's hair now fell softly over her shoulders in small waves, compared to the mess it had been prior to the necklace. "Wow," she whispered.
Charlie's gift was a dragon hide broom holder, Bill and Fleur's a box of French chocolates. Nina carefully re-closed them, saving them for the ride back to Hogwarts. Ginny's gift was a set of butterfly clips, which turned into real butterflies after a certain amount of time.
Percy and Penelope's gift was a book entitled Do You Know WHO? It was about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, meant for younger witches and wizards who didn't know who 'he' was. With little intention in reading it, Nina politely tossed the book aside.
The last gift labeled Nina on it was from Fred and George. Gingerly, Nina untied the messy ribbon. She tore away the paper just as carefully. Inside was a box of candy. They were labeled Weasleys' Raspberry Chocolates. There was no possible way her rouge brothers had actually made a box of ordinary chocolates, even ordinary for wizarding standards.
Knowing that no real harm could come from it, after seeing such anticipation in her brother's eyes, Nina removed one of the bite sized candy's and popped it into her mouth. Ginny covered her ears, just incase of a loud explosion. At first, as Nina chewed the chocolate, she felt no difference. It was indeed raspberry filled, very delicious, at that.
"Nina, your hair!" cried Mrs. Weasley. Horrified, Nina grabbed her hair. It felt all right. "Your face!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. Again, Nina made a mad grab at her face, feeling no physical difference. All but the twins gasped. They wore identical grins that stretched across their faces.
"Go have a look," said Fred. George nodded.
"What is it?" asked Nina, puzzled. Was this some kind of joke? Urgently trying to understand, Nina stepped in front of the mirror.
What met her eyes was like nothing she'd ever looked like… a look which nine people she knew had. "Oh my god," she muttered. Nina no longer had long straight black hair, but thick, wavy bright red hair. Her pale face was covered in freckles, her eyes bright green.
"You're a Weasley!" Fred exclaimed.
"Like it?" grinned George. "It took us three months to perfect using a picture of Ginny in her third year." He pulled a battered wizarding picture from his robes. Nina examined it, she looked exactly like her older sister down to the last freckle.
"Fred and George Weasley!" hollered Mrs. Weasley. "How long will this idiotic spell last?"
"Only about an hour, but we've got more," replied Fred.
"I'm ashamed of you!" Molly screamed. "You should know better than try to make your sister feel out of place in this family."
"But mum…" started Fred.
"Don't but mum your mother," interrupted Mr. Weasley. For once, he believed that his son's gags had gone one step too far. "Go back to your blasted shop, and don't come back till Christmas dinner," he told the twins.
"But we only wanted Nina to know what it feels like to be a real Weasley!" screamed George.
"She is a real Weasley!" Molly screamed at her sons. "If you ever imply that she isn't again…"
"Mum!" Nina cried out. They stopped shouting and looked at her. Even her voice was that of an adolescent Ginny. Nina wasn't sure why, but she burst out into tears. She was not offended that her brothers had implied that she was not a Weasley; for the first time in her life, Nina wondered who she really was.
Chapter Three – That Afternoon…
After Fred and George had gone home, Ginny, Hermione and Fleur had come up to Nina's room to hang out. The last thing Nina wanted was a girl talk. Hermione, who always knew what to do, had obviously pepped the others not to lecture. Instead, they did up her carrot locks and waited for Nina to speak first.
Staring in a silent mirror, Nina couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Even without the necklace, which she had placed in its box, the Weasley physical traits made her feel so much closer to her family. Two voiced in Nina's head argued over it.
Look at you, you think you're a Weasley because you look like one? "Shut up," whispered Nina.
"What was that, hon?" asked Hermione
"Nothing," replied Nina. Shut up you stupid voice, I am a Weasley! Nina waited a few minutes, and when she was sure the stupid voice was gone for good, she turned her attention back to her sister and sister-in-laws.
* * *
In about an hour, Nina's appearance reverted to its usual form. It took a while to get used to the lightness and length of her hair again. Instead of disposing of the cherry chocolates, Nina stored them in her trunk. She told herself that if she kept them, they could be useful in pulling pranks on Slytherin, Gryffindor's opposing house. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice reminded her how great it was to look like a Weasley. Shut up.
* * *
Mrs. Weasley called the entire family down to the kitchen around noon. She gave them sandwiches and milk, while the cooking Christmas dinner filled their nostrils, promising an even bigger meal than the welcome home one a week before. Just as they were getting up to leave, Ron's owl, Pig wrapped on the window.
Letting in the aged bird, Hermione took the note from his leg. With her husband reading over her shoulder, she scanned the letter, delighted. "Harry is coming for dinner tonight with a friends," she announced. The Weasleys were equally excited. "He writes that his girlfriend, Clara has a wizard cold and can not make it."
"I had one of those a few years ago," said Charlie. "Could hardly get out of bed for two weeks, and there isn't a cure or potion, just gotta wait it out."
"Don't be ridiculous," said Percy. "There's a potion for every disease. Imagine me missing two weeks of work! The ministry would fall apart!" Penelope rolled her eyes, then nodded her head in sarcastic agreement.
"Of course it would, honey."
"I most certainly would think so," replied Percy, who hadn't a clue that his wife was being sarcastic. "It would," he muttered to himself again.
Mrs. Weasley shooed them out of the kitchen, mumbling about having more guests. Her children decided to go out in the snow; the blizzard had finally stopped. So they bundled into winter cloaks, scarves, gloves, mufflers and earmuffs and set out into the fresh snow.
Quidditch seemed like a good idea at the time, but after twenty minutes their ears were frozen and fingers too numb to hold the quaffle. Upon returning the brooms to a special shed near the house, Hermione suggested ice-skating.
"I love to skate," said Fleur. She was rubbing her fingers inside a fluffy muffler. "In France we 'ad ice at Beauxbatons." Bill smiled at whatever his wife said; this was no exception. He put his arms around her waist, obviously feeling his unborn child.
"How do you propose we find skates?" asked Charlie. Hermione pulled her wand from her cloak pocket.
"I didn't break school records in Transfiguration for nothing," she replied. So they walked down to the small creek by the edge of the woods where the children swam when they were little. Using a wind spell, Ron moved the two and a half feet of snow off the ice. It was perfectly flat and clear.
"Nina, let me see the bottom of your shoes," said Hermione. Nina sat on a three-foot pile of snow at the edge of the creek. After a few tries, Hermione successfully added a blade to the bottom of her boots. Shakily, Nina stepped onto the ice, immediately falling onto her bottom.
In a few minutes, they all had blades on their shoes, (except for Percy who thought he was too old for such nonsense) and they continually fell. That is, all except for Fleur, who was a natural skater; she did a series of spins and jumps that looked impossible. "And this one is called a 'oop," she demonstrated the loop jump, landing it perfectly.
"How exactly was that one different from the axle?" asked Charlie. He stared at Fleur awkwardly, trying to figure out if she was for real or not.
"I zaid that the axle switches positions in 'ze air, and the 'oop is started on an inside edge, like this." They watched as she demonstrated again.
"Is that good for your baby?" asked Hermione.
"I am part veela, am I not?" replied Fleur.
"Oh! I didn't think about that," said Hermione. Ron gave her a puzzled look. "Veela do not show any sign of pregnancy as part of their natural perfection," she explained.
"Zat is why I am not fat," added Fleur.
"So you can't feel the child?" asked Penelope, jealously.
"No, I can, but not as much az another person. No harm can come to ze baby from the ice skating."
"Do that spin thing again," said Charlie. Fleur did what she called a scratch spin, into a backspin, pulling out perfectly balanced and un-dizzy.
"Look out!" screamed Ron. Instead of looking down, they all looked up. There, flying above the creek were Fred and George on broomsticks. They were pelting them with books.
"OUCH!" cried Hermione. Ron tried to rush over to her, only to fall on his tokhes (Yiddish for bottom). Ron crawled across the ice, cursing his skates all the way there. "I'm okay, Ron," called Hermione across the ice.
The twins landed wickedly in the middle of the frozen creek. "We stole your favorite books and hit you hard with them, didn't we George," said Fred. His brother nodded, smiling as widely as he could.
That explained why Hermione was the worst hurt. She got hit in the head with a 500-page dictionary, and was now sporting a lump on her forehead, but luckily suffered no other damage. "Didn't mum send you two home," screamed Percy. He slid across the ice to wear Penelope was rubbing a similar bruise as Hermione's.
"Oh that," shrugged George.
"Forgot," said Fred. Before Ron could chase them, the twins mounted their brooms and flew off in the direction of their window in the house. They had probably apparated there, stolen the books and flown over to the creek to make the biggest nuisance they could.
"When will they grow up," mumbled Percy. After they'd counted their bruises, they decided to head back to the house. Hermione removed all the skate blades, transfiguring them into snowshoes to get across the snow. This prevented them from sinking into the soft powder every time they took a step.
Chapter Four – Dianna Ross and the Stinky Feet
Nina spent the afternoon curled up in her bed sleeping. After the morning's affairs, she was quite tired. Around five o'clock, Paige came to wake her.
"Ms. Nina, get up." Groggily, Nina sat up. She stretched, letting the blood rush back into her limbs. Outside, the sun had nearly set, leaving a lingering glow of dusk. Nina wracked through her closet, frustrated. Paige made her bed, then climbed into the walk in bureau.
"Here, Ms. Nina," she said. The pale pink robes slipped through Nina's hands as the elf handed them to her. They were made of a silk like material, which she could not name.
Just as Nina was about to change, there was a knock at her door. It was Hermione, dressed in the most beautiful muggle dress Nina had ever laid eyes on. It fit tight around her chest and her flat belly, then flowing outward and ending in a frill of shiny material at her ankles. As she walked through the doorway, the frilly bottom swayed, making a swoosh noise.
"Wow, that's really pretty Hermione," said Nina, who couldn't think of anything better to say. Her sister-in-law's face lit up.
"You should see Ron, he's got a tux!"
"A what?" asked Nina.
"A tuxedo, its a muggle man's fancy suite."
"Oh, I see," said Nina confusedly. "What do you think of these robes?" she asked, showing Hermione the robes Paige had picked out.
"I don't know, try them on," replied Hermione. Nina slipped out of her sleeping dress and into the dress robes. The thin silky material clung to her skin in a way that it felt like the two were one and the same; together. "Oh! Look at you," beamed Hermione.
Nina examined herself in front of the mirror. She had never looked so gorgeous; not even that morning when she'd turned into a 13-year-old Ginny look-alike with a beautification necklace. Where had the dress come from?
Hermione put to finishing touches on Nina's look. Two of the butterfly clips Ginny had given her had already flown away, turned off by the cold weather.
Ginny, who had stopped by to chat, took a closer look at the box. "Stupid thing," she muttered. "No wonder it was so cheap."
"What?" said Nina. She thought the butterflies were adorable; too bad they didn't stick around long enough for others to see.
"Well, let's just say you shouldn't wear them until the spring," Ginny replied. She sealed the box with her wand, and put it in Nina's trunk.
As a final touch, Hermione attached the necklace she'd given Nina that morning, around her neck. The result of the already magnificent ensemble was, well, more magnificent. Nina twirled around the mirror, content with the world. She couldn't remember the fighting voices or her identity questions. She was Nina Weasley.
* * *
At seven, the entire Weasley family gathered in the living room, waiting for Harry and his unknown friend to arrive. Fred and George returned via the fireplace, wearing their old straightjackets.
"We found them in the attic," explained Fred.
"And this," said George, holding out his hand.
"Hey! That's my old wand, it broke when Harry and I crashed into the whomping willow in our second years!" exclaimed Ron. He took the old wand, which was wrapped in thick layers of spello-tape.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked Hermione suspiciously. Ron gave her a puppy-dog look, while pocketing the thing.
"When did you have a straightjacket?" asked Nina, turning her attention back to her twin brothers. Sitting down, they launched the story of the Fall Frolic Dance in their seventh year at Hogwarts.
"I don't remember that," said Ron.
"That's because you were off snogging with Hermione!" They all turned around.
"Harry!" cried Ron and Hermione, simultaneously. They jumped off the couch to hug him.
"Who's your friend?" asked George. They all turned their attention to the attractive woman emerging from the fireplace. She was dusting ash from her hair. The girl wore long forest green robes with two inch muggle platform shoes.
Before Harry could respond, Mrs. Weasley entered the living room from the kitchen.
"Molly Weasley!" exclaimed the girl
Puzzled, Mrs. Weasley replied, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
"Yes, a long time ago," said the girl. "I'm Heather Gales, my mother was one of your American editors." She was Heather Gales, the Heather Gales? "Harry you didn't tell me we were going to have dinner at the Weasleys!"
Completely dumbfound, Harry looked from his friend to the Weasleys. Desperately, he tried to put one and one together without luck. "I'm sorry, but how in the world did you two meet?"
"My toe…" started Heather.
"You're the American girl Nina blasted the toe off of!" Suddenly, Harry understood. Heather nodded. She pulled her robes up a little, pointing at her toe were a thin scar was visible.
"They did a good job putting it back on," Heather laughed. "If it weren't for that baby, I wouldn't have come to work in Britain."
"How interesting," said Mrs. Weasley. "Dinner is ready, let's go into the dining room and discuss this over the meal."
"Good idea mum," mumbled Nina, who was still bewildered.
Paige and Mrs. Weasley brought out plates and plates of food. Everyone dug into the roast beef, meat loaf, and pork chops, turkey, potatoes and many other dishes that were laid in front of them.
"So how did you two meet?" asked Mr. Weasley. He was referring to Harry and Heather.
"Actually, that's a funny story," answered Heather. "You see, I studied to become a medi-wizard in America, and two years ago I got transferred over to St. Mungos. Harry's girlfriend, Clara and I were roommates, you see." They all nodded, listening contently. "We didn't get along very well, I'm a bit of an American princess, I'll admit that much. But you see, Clara is a bit of a British Queen herself..." Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, the point is, we didn't get along very well for a while, then Harry sorted stuff out and me and him became good friends. It's a shame she has a Medi-cold, she got it from a patient a week ago."
"Wow, that was a mouthful," muttered George. The Weasleys gaped at Heather; having been lost in her very Americanized words a few sentences ago.
* * *
Dinner was rapidly coming to an end. Mrs. Weasley had tried to ensure that the family would not drink during the feast like the week before, but secretly her twin sons had spiked the apple cider they drank. Even Nina was feeling groggy.
"Goodnight," said, nearly tripping over her chair. Heather came and gave her a huge hug. "What's that for?" asked Nina.
"Hank-yu so, so, so much for blasting my toe, babe," she said. Nina gave her an odd look. "Night, night," said Heather.
* * *
Heather collapsed in a sofa in the Weasleys living room. Only Fred and George Weasley and Harry Potter remained by the dying fire. The rest of the family had long since gone to bed. Harry was snoozing, barely conscious enough to speak two words.
"Fancy a chocolate?" asked Fred innocently. Heather, who knew little of the twins' joke shop accepted. Even if she had picked up on their jokes at dinner, she was too drunk to remember. Biting into the chocolate, a slimy sensation met her tongue.
"AH!" Heather spit into her palms a two-inch newt. "Oh my god! That's gross!"
"You like it?" asked Fred? The newt exploded, its bits disappearing in thin air.
"Cool," said Heather. She had trouble focusing on one thing. Fred and George's faces merged into one. They had never looked so cute.
"You want to come up to our room?" the Fred/George face asked. Heather nodded stupidly. She let the twins help her up the stairs.
* * *
Neither Fred or George was drunk, but they thought they'd have a little fun with the American woman. They'd heard how easy American witches were stereotyped to be. "Music!" shouted Heather.
"Ok, ok," said Fred. He fumbled with a radio, which was playing a Weird Sister song. George sound proofed the walls, ensuring that no one else would hear their racket.
"Le'me," said Heather. She stumbled over a chair, straightened up and pulled out her wand. Somehow, Heather transfigured the radio into a muggle stereo system, something that she was very fond of. Heather felt very hyper, ready to sing whatever. She made the CD, then pressed play.
"Said Upside down, you turn me, round and round your turning me!
Upside down, boy you turn me, inside out, and round and round!
Upside down, boy you turn me, inside out, and round and round…"
Heather jumped onto George's bed, using her wand as a microphone. She danced, shaking her bottom in their faces and waving her arms above her head to the music. After the third time the song had played, Fred and George caught on.
George pointed his wand at his throat, changing his voice to Dianna Ross'. He jumped onto the bed, grabbing Heather around the waist, singing, "Upside down you're turning me, you're giving love, instinctively. Round and round, your turning me…"
Heather collapsed on the bed after the song had completed five times. George lay down next to her, moving her hair out of her eyes with his shaky fingers. "You're pretty," he said. She leaned forward, letting his lips meet hers.
"I think I'll go," said Fred, disgusted that his brother was snogging in front of him. He slammed the door loudly as he went.
"Maybe I should go apologize," said George, getting out of the bed.
"No! Come back!" Begged Heather. George shrugged, letting himself be pulled back onto the bed. Heather's steamy lips met his own again, her tongue violently piercing his mouth. She rubbed her hands down his shoulders, encouraging him to lose the robes.
"Atah Rotzeh Ani?" asked George. Heather looked at him puzzled. "Oh never mind, I'll just take it as a yes." Heather leaned forward, unbuttoned George's robes and pulled him into the bed again. She pushed him on his back, then crawled to his feet. "What are you doing?" George asked.
Heather didn't reply. She pulled each of George's socks off, throwing them out of the way. Looking up at the man, Heather saw a blur of orange freckles and red hair. She wasn't sure who it was, but didn't care. She bent down to lick his toes, when a disgusting smell filled her nostrils. "What is that!" she cried.
"What is what?" asked George in a stern British accent.
"That smell!" George sniffed around, not smelling anything. He pulled his foot up to his nose and immediately pulled it away.
"It's just my feet," he said innocently. Heather was too grossed out and too drunk to continue being with George. He helped her over to his twin's bed, tucked her under the blankets and waited for the normal signs of sleeping to occur. Then he went to wash his feet...
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