Thaddeus’ POV
I could hardly wait to show my little Friday the magical festival. She would love it. Maze refused to go. He thought he’d be turned into a frog on sight or something.
“Maze, even if you get turned into a frog, no one will notice the difference so come with us please,” I insisted.
Maze shoved me playfully. “I have video-chat Marigold meetings all day,” he pouted.
“Well…bye!” I said. He tried to shove me again but I dodged him and put my fists up. He put his fists up. We pretend to box. Friday giggled. She looked gorgeous in a purple mini dress with little stars all over it.
“Don’t you think this dress is a pattern Merlin would have worn?” Friday asked eagerly in a tone that let you know you had to say yes.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding.
“I believe purple with silver stars was
