It was a hard climb from the wildlife preserve back up to Hamlet's room, made even harder by the lack of boots, frequent puddles of mud and pudding, swarms of kittens, and wandering mind of Ophelia. Hamlet grabbed a spare pair of socks and boots for his poor feet, and offered Ophelia a towel ( Read more... )

Hamlet was surprised to find an email from Rory in his mailbox before going to bed, and even more concerned that it might mean something bad. Aside from the lake of coffee and the rain of pudding, nothing too out of the ordinary had happened to him yet, so he hoped that maybe he'd managed to dodge the curse ( Read more... )