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"Tom is there a sock monster/gremlin?" Sophie called as she held up a half eaten sock, well that is what it looked like.
"Not that I know of" replied her annoyingly handsome husband. It was 8am and she looked like a walking grow bag with sentient hair. Tom looked like he had stepped off a catwalk.
She vowed to research a way for men to carry babies. Hermione would definitely help.
Then she caught movement and sent a wandless stunner. They stood looking at a many tentacled creature with big eyes and what looked like fluffy fur. What looked like one of Tom's socks was hanging out it's mouth.
"How do we deal with it, Mr Dark arts expert?"
"I hardly think this is a dark creature Sophie, some kind of household pest maybe. Not something we had in the orphanage"
"Neither did we in the variety of houses. Sorry.Time to call the expert."
Wallburga stepped through the floor in a swirl of black. She looked at the sheepish creature and advised it was a sock monster.
"So what do we do?'
They aren't dangerous, just feed them unwanted socks with the occasional stocking as a treat. Almost like a pet really. And Tom why is your pregnant wife doing laundry? I will send a house elf. Sophie needs ice cream and a foot rub. Now go fetch"
Tom did as he was told. No one argued with Wallburga. They now had a new house elf and pet who Sophie named Ridcully after the Terry Pratchett character.