Ever since he and Gertrude had gotten separated, Archie was a mess. His heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour as they were shuffled towards the boats... in the dark... which were set to sail over a black lake. He would have been happier if he'd had a friend or two to share the anticipation with, but instead he'd turned into a pile of anxious goo. It seemed some people didn't share the sentiment.
"Oh... uh, yeah. Boats!" he said, trying but failing to sound half as excited as she was. "You'd think after all these years they'd opt for something safer—like flying carpets." Flying carpets never sunk or got holes in them, and with proper enchantments could have magical guard rails. He'd much prefer the air over the sea.
"Oh... uh, yeah. Boats!" he said, trying but failing to sound half as excited as she was. "You'd think after all these years they'd opt for something safer—like flying carpets." Flying carpets never sunk or got holes in them, and with proper enchantments could have magical guard rails. He'd much prefer the air over the sea.