blah blah don't own Chrestomanci blah blah

It had been a rather boring week for Chrestomanci, he hadn't been summoned anywhere for a long while, the children were behaving, and Millie was off visiting friends. Boredom did to Chrestomanci what it does to alot of people, it made him think strange thoughts. First and foremost of these was "What would that pine tree out back taste like?"

After giving his rather unusual meal request to the incredulous kitchen staff he decided to keep himself occupied with his most recent hobby, playing dress up with his wife's clothing. Two hours later,he tired of hostessing his imaginary tea party, and began to think some more. The new thought that came to him was "What would happen if I said Chrestomanci three times?"

After the third "Chrestomanci", the long dead Gabriel DeWitt appeared, saw his successor, stared for a minute, shook his head, said "Pink definitely isn't your color" and vanished.

Fifteen years earlier, Gabriel returned to a highly nervous Christopher Chant who promptly chewed him out for "Vanishing less than an hour beforethe wedding without telling him where he was going, and they almost had to ask the best man to be the one to give the bride away which would've ruined everything because then he wouldn't have a best man, and the flowers he'd ordered are the wrong color, and there isn't time to get more..."

"Christopher," Gabriel said cutting into said person's long winded rant about all of the things that were going wrong with his wedding to Millie, "Wouldn't you be happier with the boot boy?"

"No, why do you say that?" said Christopher as he straightened his lilac tie and tugged on his gold vest and headed to the altar to wait for his bride.

"Poor kid's so deep in the closet he's finding Christmas presents." muttered Gabriel as he prepared to walk Millie down the aisle to her waiting groom.