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ELEVEN; anti-potion

ELEVEN; anti-potion

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     'ALRIGHT, WE ARE LOCKED AND loaded with anti-potion.' benny informed sarah and ethan, motioning to his toy guns. ' and rory's on his way.'

     'good. when he leads the critters back, we'll take position in your backyard and let 'em have it.' ethan grinned, grabbing a gun.

     rowan shook her head, her lips curled into such an unamused frown. 

     'alright, and sweater vest,' benny joked, bumping rowan's arm with his, to try and get her to laugh at his joke. she remained stale faced. 'can you tell the waitress i'll have a decaf triple mocha latte— no foam?

     he chuckled at his joke before sarah grabbed a nearby pan and threatened him with it, before mrs morgan walked into the room.

     'ethan, i need you to come and meet our guests.' the woman turned to sarah. 'sarah, could you bring out the hors d'oeuvres now, please?' sarah agreed and grabbed a plate.

     rowan and benny made eye contact. 'you want a gun?' the tall boy asked the girl.

     rowan shook her head.

     'are you back to not talking to me?'

     rowan nodded.

     benny opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and walked out of the room instead and rowan sighed heavily once he was gone.


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     'RORY, WHAT DID YOU DO?' ethan asked,  upon seeing the blonde boy. 'how come i can still hear the music?'

     'i had an inspiration!' rory announced. rowan smiled at him, shaking her head playfully. 'why shred my primo lips when i could just record the tune and play it back on a loop? no flute required!'

     benny snatched the flute from him and questioned, 'so where's  the player?'

     'i landed on the roof to look for you guys, and then there was this psycho squirrel, and i kinda dropped it down the chimney.'

     'what?!' 

     'great.' rowan replied sucking her teeth. 'great, great, great.' 

     'babe, relax, i know a way to get it back!' rory started. benny sent him a glare, but he continued either way. 'when santa comes—'

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