Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.
When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.
Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.
...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.
Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.
I really like Septimus Heap. he is my favorite guy in the story. I should make you all read it.