CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
LOUISA ENDLESS
Nia was in my room. It was the first time she had ever been. There wasn’t much to be ashamed about, except for an old poster of Rose Tyler from Doctor Who and a replica of the Goblet of Fire from Harry Potter. Fortunately, Nia wouldn’t know what either of those things were, being that she was from a whole different world. A world that as far as I knew had no concept of pop culture. Nia walked over and picked up the replica of the goblet.
“Is this the Holy Grail? How ever did you come across it?” Nia asked.
I chuckled. “No, it’s not the Holy Grail. It’s a different kind of cup, and it’s just a replica, more artsy than magical, for fun you know?”
“Pretty,” she said.
“Yeah, it is. I don’t make a habit of collecting magical objects, unless they’ve be
