The short version: Clemmie’s hair worked. The longer version: the glass teapot glowed bright, and there was a lot of squealing, and Theo and Posy got enormous hugs and extra cinnamon buns, and the undead rooster flapped excitedly from one pair of arms to the next, and Nicholas cried actual happy tears, and Matilda threw open the kitchen door and shouted down the garden at the top of her lungs, “FUCKING TAKE THAT, ALBERT GREY!”
