Dobby Is A Free Elf Socks Novels & Stories

He brought them over and set them down on the coffee table with a flourish, like he was presenting me with a gold watch for my years of service. Socks. Well, I’d been given stranger things, and these were obviously important to Ian. I picked them up carefully and took a look. They were full of magic; I could tell that at a touch, and I’d have been able to see it if I’d bothered. I was still magically worn out from the night before, though. “Thanks. I’m — uh, I’m really — honored.” Was that the right response to being given a pair of enchanted black cotton socks?

A few hours later, I’m at home, in a tee and track pants, on FaceTime with Saxon and Damon, a glass of whisky in my hand. “Jesus,” Saxon says. “She’s a dominatrix?” “Well, I couldn’t see any whips or paddles, but yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on there.” “I didn’t think he’d be into S&M,” Damon says. “I’ve always thought their cotton-rich socks are the best on the market,” Saxon replies. “That’s M&S, idiot,” Damon tells him. I give a short, tired laugh. They’re trying to cheer me up. It works, partly.

I replied, kicking my boots off and turned towards him on the sofa, crossing my legs. Damon smirked, spotting my Little Miss Naughty socks. "Nice socks." "Why thank you, I got it in a pack of six." I replied proudly. "Are they for adults?" He asked teasingly. "Hey, I have a small foot… and maybe they were from the kids' section...” How the hell did he figure that out? They weren’t that childish! He chuckled. "So you." "I like my socks and tights." I protested, sticking my tongue out.