tidied this shelf of spells in here by any chance?鈥�
Sophie felt more foolish than ever. Nothing would have possessed her to admit she had gone through all those packets and jars looking for pieces of girl. 鈥淚 haven鈥檛 touched a thing,鈥�she replied virtuously as she went to get the frying pan.
鈥淚 hope you didn鈥檛,鈥�Michael said uneasily as the bathroom door slammed shut.
Rinsings and gushings came from the bathroom while Sophie fried lunch. 鈥淗e鈥檚 using a lot of hot water,鈥�Calcifer said from under the pan. 鈥淚 think he鈥檚 tinting his hair. I hope you left the hair spells alone. For a plain man with mud-colored hair, he鈥檚 terribly vain about his looks.鈥�
鈥淥h, shut up!鈥�snapped Sophie. 鈥淚 put everything back just where I found it!鈥�She was so cross that she emptied the pan of eggs and bacon over Calcifer.
Calcifer, of course, ate them with enormous enthusiasm and much flaring and gobbling. Sophie fried more over the spitting flames. She and Michael ate them. They were clearing away, and Calcifer was running
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