Comfort

by Lara Wilson

They don't exactly match--one is a tad longer than the other--and they're made from a bilious olive color. One of them has some oatmeal at the top as proof that the green ran out.

But, the stone floors of his chambers are cold, despite the magic, and he's old and somewhat arthritic in his big toes, so they're welcome. Thick and warm and made from love by a dear friend out of wool from his brother's goats, they surround him with the comfort of family.

Sitting in his favorite chair before a fire, Dumbledore wriggles his toes in his new Christmas socks and smiles.

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