The door swung open before he knocked. A woman with spectacles balanced on a nose like a crow’s beak peered out. “You’re late. The morning slot went to a man who tried to trap a leprechaun with a Pringles can. He failed. You’ll do better.”
“Amateur hour,” Leo muttered.
“Twenty-two. And I just caught you.” Finn extended a hand. “Now you have two choices. I let you out, and you go home and think about your life. Or I leave you here and let Morgause give you the lecture about the four types of naughtiness. She has slides.” tricky traps & naughty
Leo entered the Reading Nook with the swagger of a tiny warlord. The door swung open before he knocked
Morgause appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. “Well done, Finn. You’ve caught your first naughty.” The morning slot went to a man who
Finn looked up. Sure enough, a fishing net was rigged among the dusty chandelier crystals.