I bet you're eager for another chapter, right? I figured as much. I apologize for the current update schedule and I know that it will likely not improve much as I continue. Plus, I hit a little writer's block for this section. It happens to everyone occasionally. Still, I'll keep writing and updating as long as people are interested. And so far, everyone seems interested. So let's check in on our various inhabitants of Dimmsdale.
Elmer stared at an empty spot on the park bench. Every Tuesday (baring unusual requests from Timmy), he and Sanjay would get together to work on one of their hobbies together. Building models, working on their strategies at checkers, and arranging their communal collection of stamps was just a few examples of how they might spend that time. But things were changing and the red-haired boy wasn't sure he was happy with it.
It all started when Trixie abruptly selected Sanjay to be her date for the Snow Ball, something absolutely impossible for anyone at school to imagine. Everyone knew that a relationship like that couldn't last, even if most of them were still freaking out about the formation of such a pairing in the first place. And they were right. Immediately afterwards, news that the pair was no longer dating spread like wildfire. Unfortunately, there were side effects.
Serving as Trixie's tutor might protect Sanjay from bullies, but it also cut into his free time. That was why Elmer was sitting alone. While his friend might assure him that he only needed to work out a schedule that would allow him to both tutor the popular girl and spend time with the boy with the boil, Elmer knew it would never be the same. A least a hint of Trixie's popularity would splash onto Sanjay and he would start making new friends and Elmer would be left behind.
Perhaps Sanjay would never call him "Other Empty Bus Seat," but it was still something to worry about. He didn't want to be left behind while his friends climbed the social ladder.
"You should have let me conquer the world a long time ago," Bob hissed into his mind, the boil sounding particularly intent on convincing the boy today. "The ruler of the planet is always at the top of the social ladder. You wouldn't have this problem then."
"I'm not listening," he stated, covering his ears even while knowing it wouldn't do any good.
"You shouldn't have trusted them," the boil continued. "First Timmy replaces you with Amanda. Then Sanjay does with Trixie. We both know I'm you only real friend. I'll never leave you."
"That's because you're attached to my face," he pointed out.
"Irrelevant," Bob declared. "Besides, once I enslave or destroy everyone during my conquest of the planet, you'll never have to worry about anything again. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Elmer argued, "I don't want to take over the world. And I need you to stop saying things like that in my head. It's creepy."
"Blah blah blah, your needs."
The boy tuned out the voice and returned his focus to the real world. Sitting alone on a park bench, waiting and wishing for someone who wasn't going to come, Elmer found it a little difficult to remember that Bob was wrong about his friends.
Sanjay felt bad about missing his weekly meeting with Elmer after school. They'd been working on organizing several new stamps. But Trixie assured him that things would go more smoothly in the future and Tuesdays would go back to being normal.
To say that he was surprised when Trixie contacted him about no longer being a couple would be a lie. The bespectacled boy knew this would happen from the start. What was surprising was the fact she still wanted to be friends and to accept his offer to help with her comic collection, albeit by disguising the relationship as that of a tutor and a student in need of help. While Sanjay was against the idea of lying to people, he could certainly understand if Trixie as reluctant to tell the entire school the truth. Maybe he could do a little tutoring on occasion so it wouldn't be completely a lie.
Sanjay shook his hand, the fingers cramping slightly from gripping the pen for too long. There were some things that he'd never imagined due to his low social ranking within the school. One of those things was the reason why he was missing out on spending time with Elmer. It was unbelievable how much paperwork it apparently took to arrange unpopular protection. Trixie dealt with her half on Monday, clarifying the various articles that would be required in this situation. And now he just needed to sign his signature. A lot.
Trixie came back into the room and sat another stack of paper down, an apologetic look on her face. Sanjay briefly wondered if his hand could fall off due to overwriting.
He knew even as he reluctantly agreed to this that it wouldn't end well. No good could come from placing him and Turner in the same room, especially so soon after their last less-than-civil meeting. But Amanda asked him to at least try and work things out a little, so he agreed. Norm didn't want to make her choose between him and Turner. He already knew who she would choose; she'd made that offer the day she met the bucked-toothed boy. But it wasn't something he wanted her to do since, as much as he despised the brat, Turner was apparently the first friend her own age and species that Amanda ever had and he wasn't that bad at being her friend so far.
She was going to Turner's house after school and Norm was waiting impatiently for Amanda to summon him from the lava lamp. She promised to wait until all three fairies were accounted for and everyone seemed to be in a non-murderous mood. It wasn't an ideal plan, but he highly doubted she would go along with sticking the annoying wand-wavers under a butterfly net and tying Turner to a set of railroad tracks. So he would let her find out if it was a trap before he made his appearance.
Norm closed his eyes briefly, trying to focus. As much as he would love another verbal sparring match against the boy, with perhaps a little magical revenge, he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk anything that might hurt Amanda like that again. Even if it meant playing nice with Turner and his fairies.
A hesitant rub of the lamp and he appeared right next to the girl, his arms crossed and his eyes glaring slightly over his sunglasses. The meeting place appeared to be the bucked-tooth loser's bedroom. Turner was standing at the other end next to his bed and the nightstand with the fishbowl. He was returning the genie's glare quite firmly, pausing only to flash a slight smile towards Amanda in an apparent attempt to reassure her that the hostility wasn't directed towards her.
Floating behind him, not quite as on edge today as they were the last time they met, was the boy's fairies. They were tense, but not as much as before. Norm didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad. It might be a sign they were planning some form of trap to spring on him. Or it might mean they were also willing to try and work things out peacefully. The genie was more likely to believe the former than the latter. First sign of trouble and he was gonging out of there with his master.
"All right, we're all here," he muttered. "Let's get on with the whole afterschool special about getting along, teamwork, and garbage like that."
"Come on, Norm," urged Amanda. "Don't be like that. Can't we try and get along? I thought we were trying to be nice and not fight."
"I'm not fighting with them. Yet," he pointed out quietly.
"Please, Norm?" she asked.
"Fine. But one wrong move from the wand-wavers or if I hear Count Buckula say the words 'I wish,' we're getting out of here immediately."
"And if you try snapping your fingers, we're sending you to the Antarctic," muttered Turner under his breath.
"Is that where the penguins are or is that polar bears?" asked Cosmo cheerfully. "Or maybe that's where kangaroos live. I can't ever keep them straight."
Rolling his eyes at the green fairy's words, the genie glanced towards Wanda and said, "And you married this guy?"
"Norm, that's not very nice," Amanda stated as the pink-haired fairy directed a glare at him, though not a very scathing one.
"Come on. You can't expect me to not say something when he's babbling gibberish like that."
"Well, this is off to a pleasant start," muttered Turner dryly. "How was this a good idea again?"
"Poof poof?" the floating infant interjected.
"Please, can we just try to get along for a few minutes," the girl asked, glancing around the room. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the lava lamp, the same way she would sometimes hug her teddy bear when she was uncomfortable. When everyone fell silent and managed to restrict themselves to just suspicious glances at each other, she continued, "How about we start by just asking each other questions? We could do it one at a time and go from there."
The genie crossed his arms slightly, but didn't argue at the kid's suggestion. He was going to try and not upset her again. And that mean he would try to get along with Turner and his fairies for however long this took. But the temptation to insert a snarky comment directed towards them was so strong. They might as well glue a target to the boy's forehead and hand Norm a fistful of darts. Keeping him in the same room as Turner was just asking for trouble.
But he was trying for Amanda's sake.
Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention towards the floating fairies and asked nervously, "I think it might be a good idea to ask what your names are. We haven't really been introduced yet."
"Sure thing," smiled the green-haired one cheerfully. He floated closer to her and said, "I'm Cosmo."
"And I'm Wanda," his wife added, joining him as they floated near the girl.
In unison, the couple declared, "And we're… Timmy's Fairy Godparents!"
As the pink and green figures stated this fact to her, they also poofed up a large sign with flashing lights to help support their title. Norm barely restrained himself from gonging out of there with the girl before he realized they were just showing off and it wasn't part of a trap. He still didn't trust a fairy as far as he could throw Jorgen.
"And this is Poof," Turner explained helpfully, pointing at the small purple-eyed fairy that was smiling at the girl. "He's my fairy god-brother."
Giggling slightly as the floating infant drew closer to her, Amanda commented, "He's kind of cute."
"Poof poof poof," remarked the round figure.
"Yeah, adorable," Norm muttered, trying to keep his voice at least low enough that Wanda didn't hear him. "Just what the world needs. Another annoying fairy."
"Okay, I've got a question for you then," said Turner, taking a step forward while eyeing the genie cautiously. "How did you know about my fairy godparents before yesterday? Because you weren't even a little surprised when you saw them under Crocker's net."
"I figured it out when you invited me to your house and you were cleaning the bathroom," she answered, glancing at the ground uncomfortably. "I was coming upstairs to ask you something and I heard you talking with them. And I remembered all the pink, green, and purple stuff around you. So when I got home, I asked Norm about it. He already told me about fairies and genies and stuff, so I asked him if he knew if you had fairy godparents. He said you did, but he also told me you probably wouldn't be happy if you knew I knew."
"You can say that again," the pink-hatted boy muttered. "I kept expecting Jorgen to show up any… Wait, why didn't Jorgen show up yesterday? Or even before that when Amanda figured it out?" He glanced towards the pink-haired fairy, "Does it not count if someone has a genie or something?"
"No, it shouldn't work like that," Wanda answered, frowning slightly. "Jorgen still should have shown up when she figured things out. Unless he was really distracted and continued to be distracted yesterday and today, he should have appeared to deal with this."
Smirking slightly, Norm peered at them over his sunglasses, "He's not going to notice this. Unless he actually sees her here with the fairies, he's never going to know that the kid figured out Turner's secret."
"And why is that?" bucked-tooth boy asked suspiciously.
"Because I wished for it," stated Amanda. When her audience turned towards the girl, she explained, "When Norm was telling me about fairies and other magical creatures, he mentioned that if someone figured out a child had them, the godparents have to go away. I didn't want to accidentally cause something like that if I ever met someone with fairies. It didn't seem fair and I couldn't stand the idea of separating someone like that. So I made a wish to keep it from happening, just like how other kids with fairies can know about each other without something bad happening."
"The only wish she's made," the genie muttered under his breath.
A grin quickly spread across Turner's face as he apparently considered the implications and he said, "You mean, I finally have someone I can talk about my fairies with that won't result in them going away forever? Not someone who'll get insanely jealous and try to get rid of them with a Magical Duel like Remy did? That's awesome. I won't have to make excuses or lie about stuff that Cosmo and Wanda poof up. And I can show you all the cool stuff that we do without worry about anything."
The pink-hatted boy looked so excited about the prospect of sharing his secret with someone else, but Norm couldn't care less about what the loser thought. He was watching Amanda's reaction. She started out a little surprised and hesitant in response to Turner's outburst, but a small smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. His enthusiasm at including her in his adventures and fun fed that small spark of self-confidence and self-worth that the genie was trying so hard to help grow. This was why he was going along with the meeting and why he'd not left yet. As long as the boy was making Amanda happy, Norm would deal with his hatred for Turner in a way that wouldn't interfere with her.
Still, it was mildly surprising that the boy agreed to this meeting in the first place. It was even more shocking to the genie that he wasn't using the opportunity to try and sow further doubt into the girl's head. Last time he saw Turner by the dumpster, he was just as suspicious and resentful of Norm as ever. So what changed his mind enough to agree to this? The genie was doing it because he cared for Amanda far too much not to at least make the attempt to work something out with her friend. What was Turner's excuse? Why was the boy trying to be civil this time?
As Turner started to calm down from his initial excitement at the idea of having a friend who he could talk about magical stuff with that wouldn't cause instant fairy removal, the boy glanced curiously towards Norm and remarked, "So, when did you come across his lamp? A couple of days ago? A week?"
"I got his lava lamp for my birthday," Amanda stated, glancing down at it in her hands. "That was back in early September."
"September? That was months ago," said the boy.
"Oh look," smirked the genie. "Crackpot Crocker's lessons are paying off. You figured that out all by yourself. You should be so proud."
Turner glared briefly at him before clarifying, "I mean, doesn't that seem like kind of a long time between wishes? She only gets three of them, right?"
"And it took her two and half months to make her first one," Norm nodded. "The 'not making fairies leave' wish."
"I'd hate to imagine the magical backup that would cause," remarked Cosmo.
"Huh?" asked Amanda, turning towards the genie for answers.
Shaking his head, he stated, "Don't worry about it, kid. That's just a problem for fairies have if they don't grant wishes regularly. Genies don't have that problem."
He resisted the urge to add a comment about how that was just one of the signs that genies were better than fairies. He was rather proud of his restraint in that case.
"Two and a half months? You waited two and a half months to make your first wish?" Turner asked skeptically.
"Hard to imagine someone with that kind of self-control?" commented Norm. "After all, I expect you make about a dozen wishes every day at a minimum. And to be honest, I was a little surprised myself. Most of humanity is too greedy to even consider waiting for three rule-free wishes."
"I just didn't need anything," Amanda mumbled, her eyes dropping to the ground briefly before flickering back towards the genie.
Wanda stared at him curiously for a moment before asking, "So what did you do with all that free time?"
He shrugged, "I did a little sightseeing, visited a few very attractive ladies I know, had a little 'fun' in Canada, and simply enjoyed not being stuck inside a lava lamp for a few more decades. The usual."
"And he played chess with me," the brunette girl added helpfully.
Trying to ignore the fact that any shred of his old reputation that he might have still possessed would soon be gone if he continued to stay with Amanda (and he fully intended to stay), Norm continued, "I did manage to 'borrow' your file from Fairy World at one point. It was very interesting. Tell me, how did that whole 'Secret Wish' thing work out for you?"
Turner managed to look rather uncomfortable with that topic, which was exactly what the genie was hoping for. Even if he was going to restrain himself from directly attacking the boy in front of Amanda, verbally or magically, that didn't mean he was going to let Captain Overbite forget that he didn't like the brat. Since Turner didn't have a problem yesterday tossing all of Norm's past actions into his face and showing them off to the girl, the genie certainly wasn't above returning the favor in a calmer fashion.
"I didn't do it because I wanted access to magic forever or anything like that. I wasn't even trying to cause problems for everybody," he mumbled. "I just wanted to stay with Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof for as long as possible."
Well, that wasn't exactly what Norm was expecting to hear. He was really beginning to think he should have read that file a lot closer. First he missed out on the detail about Poof. Now it looked like he should have figured out what exactly the secret wish was before commenting on it. Apparently it had something to do with keeping the wand-wavers around, so it would likely be something Amanda would approve of in theory. Of course, neither he nor the girl knew the details of the boy's wish, so it might actually have turned out to be a disaster. So he could either poke around further in the hopes that he could use this as ammunition against Turner in the future and risk looking like a jerk in front of the girl if it turned out to be something benign or he could drop the subject for now and "borrow" the file back later.
He decided that it would be easier to look for a new topic of interest.
"All right, Count Buckula, I have to ask," Norm stated. "What happened with the Darkness and that whole prophecy gig?"
"What?" asked Amanda, confused.
"The Darkness. Big black something that goes around eating worlds that fairies apparently kicked out of the solar system way back when," the genie explained. "I missed out on most of this due to being trapped at the time, but I picked up the cliff-notes version of events later on. They wrote up some kind of mysterious prophecy about a hero they wanted to show up and finish the job someday. And, somehow, it ended up being Turner."
"Actually, it was supposed to be Turbo Thunder. But he was late, so Timmy did it instead," Cosmo remarked.
"And it wasn't so much I beat it as I realized what was really going on," the boy stated. "Everyone attacked the Darkness first just because it looked scary. It only returned fire after someone else made the first strike. If the fairies, the Yugopotamians, or anyone just gave it a chance, we could have avoided a lot of problems. So when I figured out it just needed someone to be nice instead of just blasting it with more and more weapons, I created a giant smile of light and goodness to give it instead."
"That's when the Darkness turned into the Yellowness," added the green-haired fairy.
"Though everyone else was calling it the Kindness," his wife muttered.
Norm blinked, "So fairies messed things up from the start by judging by appearances?"
"Yeah," the pink-hatted boy nodded. "I kind of yelled at Jorgen and Turbo for being so stupid and automatically assuming the worst just because the Darkness looked scary. I mean, that's just wrong. How could all those ancient fairies have acted like that? Aren't they supposed to be the good guys? The ones who aren't trying to take over the world, destroy it with bad luck, or bore us to death with bureaucracy? You'd think they'd check their facts a little first. None of them looked happy when they realized how everything was their fault for assuming the worst and that they essentially wouldn't have needed me to save the day if they didn't mess up when they first met the Darkness."
He actually laughed at that remark, "Man, I wish I could have seen their faces when you, their 'Chosen One,' started chewing them out for being idiots. Kind of ruins their 'we are just so perfect and wonderful and light-years better than any other species' image, don't you think? I might not like you, Turner, but anyone who can successfully make those in charge of the wand-wavers squirm can't be all bad." He paused a moment before adding, "But here's just a piece of advice for the future. Next time you tell someone about stopping the Darkness from destroying the world or something, try to describe it as something more impressive than simply using 'a giant smile of light and goodness.' If you're going to tell a story, make it good."
"Does that mean you two are getting along now?" asked Amanda hesitantly.
"No," answered Norm and Turner in unison, prompting them to glance at each other suspiciously.
Trying to clarify, the genie floated closer to the girl and continued, "As I said, I really don't like the boy. He's been nothing but a pain in the neck since he found my lamp at a garage sale. Just because he's got a few good points doesn't change the fact I would be perfectly happy watching a group of villagers sacrifice him to a volcano."
"I'll keep that in mind for the future," the boy muttered under his breath.
"Hey, you earned it," argued Norm. "Remember Mars? I do."
"Come on," he rolled his eyes. "You started it."
"Yeah, but what I did wasn't that bad. Especially if you compare it to most second wishes."
"But you shouldn't have been that surprised by my third wish then," Turner stated, both of them managing to keep their argument at least a little more controlled than the day before. "How did you get out of that situation anyway? Next time I saw you, Chester had the lava lamp."
"You might have a little experience with wishing and everything, but I can still turn a wish to my advantage. You weren't quite specific enough to keep me from using it to get out of there quickly."
"Poof poof poof?" asked the fairy infant, floating closer to Amanda.
She blinked at him in confusion before shrugging, "I don't know what they're talking about. Is that what you're asking, Poof?"
"Okay, what did I miss that you were able to use?" the pink-hatted boy asked.
"Not all deserts are empty, genius. Ever heard of a place called Las Vegas? A new idiot picked up my lamp an hour later."
A shrill whistle broke through the pair's argument. Norm and Turner shifted their attention to the source of the noise. Cosmo apparently turned himself into a green gym whistle and his wife was using it to interrupt the fight. Once it was clear that the genie and boy were no longer going to continue that line of discussion, the green-haired fairy poofed back to normal.
"How about we answer my question," suggested Wanda, staring at Norm and Turner firmly. "Now, we agreed to this meeting in the first place because Amanda wanted to work things out. It was her idea in the first place, but you both decided to go along with it. And apparently you aren't going to get along for more than five minutes without arguing, so we need to figure out what exactly you want to accomplish here. Because I have a feeling most of us aren't going to end up best friends."
"You can say that again," muttered Norm, glancing at the fairies and Turner meaningfully.
"So what exactly does everyone want?" she continued.
"Well, I want to drop Turner off on a nice remote planet with no hope of ever making it home," the genie stated with a grin. When Amanda looked at him, he gave a shrug and added, "But that's not going to happen apparently."
"And I want to dump Norm and his stupid lava lamp into a volcano so he won't come back and ruin my life for awhile," the boy added, not noticing the genie shoving his sunglasses further up his face to conceal his expression. "Of course, that's not going to work out either."
"Yeah, you're definitely not getting that wish," muttered Norm quietly. "Maybe Da Rules aren't all bad."
Apparently not hearing the genie's words, Turner continued, "So how about this idea. We pretend the other one doesn't exist. I ignore Norm living in Dimmsdale again. He ignores me and my fairies. Everybody tries to stay out of each other's way and we try not to destroy the town with magic. Amanda continues to come to my house to play videogames and Timmyball while Norm does whatever it is genies do when they aren't in the middle of an evil scheme. I don't try to ruin things for the genie, he doesn't try to destroy me."
"And we all live happily ever after," Cosmo declared.
"Exactly," the pink-hatted boy nodded.
Smiling slightly, Amanda said, "I think I like that idea. I'd still get to be friends with everyone. I mean, if you don't mind…"
"Kid, it's fine," Norm stated.
Turner gave the genie a sharp look, "And if you do anything to hurt her like you tried to do to me, Chester, or anyone else in the past, I'll make you regret it."
Pulling his shades down far enough to peer over the top of them, Norm responded with a falsely-sweet grin, "And if you do anything to the kid, I'll make you wish that Crocker listened to me about my 'send him to Mars' suggestions since what I'll come up with will be far worse." Shifting his expression slightly to a smirk, he added, "After all, I've had plenty of time to consider a number of entertaining possibilities."
With the mandatory threats exchanged, the genie knew the meeting would be drawing to a close. In all honesty, it didn't go as badly as he imagined. No one was dead or trapped in an inescapable prison. Granted, Turner was still unharmed, but it wasn't a total loss. And even with the truce in place to ignore each other as much as possible, he could probably figure out some way around it for a little revenge in his spare time.
"One last question, Norm," the bucked-tooth boy stated. "Why do you care what happens to Amanda? Why did you agree to come here and try and come up with a truce? What exactly do you get out of this?"
Turner's tone wasn't as accusatory or suspicious as it was the day before. He sounded like he simply wanted an answer. But it was definitely not something that the genie felt like discussing with anyone, let alone one of his enemies. It was hard enough admitting things to himself and Amanda. Captain Overbite definitely wasn't getting that answer.
Before anyone could react, Norm snapped his fingers and gonged himself and Amanda out of there.
"Did you really believe he was going to tell you that, Sport?" asked Wanda as the teal cloud of smoke dissipated.
"It couldn't hurt to ask," Timmy answered, shrugging slightly. "I mean, it's just too strange. I have a hard time believing what I saw yesterday. But while I definitely don't trust Norm as far as I can throw him and he'll probably try to figure a way around our truce eventually, I think you might be right about him and Amanda. I think he might actually like her a little. He stayed around her for months and never apparently caused her any reason to distrust him until we spilled the beans yesterday. And he plays chess with her. What kind of evil scheme involves playing chess with a girl?"
"The kind where you use a giant chess board and squash people with the pieces?" suggested Cosmo helpfully.
"I don't like him, I don't trust him, but I do like and trust Amanda," he continued. "And I think he'll go along with the truce as long as it makes her happy."
"I think so too," his godmother agreed. "He really cares about her."
"Poof poof," commented the floating infant.
Timmy smiled, "I'm glad you like her too, Poof. And it will be fun to have someone else to talk to about magic and everything. Just imagine what we could do since we won't have to figure out an excuse for stuff you guys make."
"You don't figure out excuses, though," pointed out Cosmo. "You always say it came from the internet."
"Because it usually works," the boy countered. Pausing a moment, he frowned, "Though I do have to wonder about one thing. If Norm has been out of his lamp since September, what could he have been doing all that time? And did he do anything to us?"
"Apparently nothing major or we would have noticed," pointed out Wanda reasonably. "We aren't that oblivious."
Cosmo raised his hand excitedly, "I am. I am."
"Most of us aren't that oblivious," she corrected.
December was his busiest month of the year, for obvious reasons. Reading letters, checking the lists twice, and preparing gifts for children on the entire planet was hard work, even with the assistance of the elves to do the manual labor. And as the day drew nearer, things only became more hectic. By the time December 24th rolled around, it was probably a good thing that all the fairies loaned him almost all of their magic or he would never be able to do everything necessary. Being Santa wasn't easy, after all. Although it tended to be a little easier when people like Timmy Turner weren't either making everyday Christmas or trying to replace his holiday with a new one accidentally.
Timmy Turner was a rather interesting child to observe when it came to determining which list to place him on. He tended to fluctuate between naughty and nice regularly due to how strongly he seemed to affect the world with his wishes. Almost ruining Christmas, twice, wasn't particularly nice. Nor was freezing everyone's age for fifty year, separating men from women on Valentine's Day and nearly causing a war of the genders, and almost destroying Da Rules. On the other hand, he tended to have a good heart in the end and would occasionally make a wish that benefited someone else more than himself. Thus, he usually ended up on the nice list by the time the sleigh took off.
Pulling out the next letter, Santa drew his attention away his contemplation of Timmy Turner and focused on his job. This letter was from a girl named Amanda Adams, someone he'd not received a letter from in quite some time. She'd apparently moved to a new town, judging by the return address. He laughed briefly when he realized that she was now living in Dimmsdale, which was practically the epicenter of anything magical and strange. Life there should prove interesting for her.
The letter itself was very short and he couldn't help smiling at her request. He already could tell that she would be having a better Christmas than those in the past if the gift she asked for was any indication. And she would definitely get her wish. After all, she was certainly worthy of being on the nice list.
Again, I apologize about the wait. I've been busy and had a case of writer's block. I hope that this chapter makes up for it a little. Remember, I always appreciate your feedback. Thanks.
Oh, and there are a couple of pictures people have drawn of Amanda if you're interested. They're posted on my Deviant Art page under my favorites. There's a link on my profile page.