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“So what do you think you’ll settle as?” John Watson sat cross legged at the end of his bed, watching a ferret-shaped Leofas wriggle around the covers as they had the conversation every child has a thousand times; the one without an answer.
“I told you, I don’t know!” She replied indignantly.
“But you must have some idea...” John pleaded.
“I. Don’t! You. Know. That. ” She shifted on every pause for emphasis. John groaned and flopped onto his pillow. They were almost fourteen; half their class had settled. Wasn’t it their turn? Even Robert Ferguson, the smallest kid in their school, had his daemon settled (in the form of a particularly twitchy possum). He just wanted to know already!
“What about when. You must know when it happens.” He implored.
“John! I know as much as you do.”
“Leo...... you’re not very helpful.”
She rolled her huge owl eyes dramatically before turning into a warm, fluffy cat to nestle into bed with him. John roughly kicked his covers into place.
“How will we know when it happens?” John whispered, clicking off his lamp. “Will you just try and change and it won’t work?”
“I think we’ll know,” his daemon whispered back in the darkness. “I mean, we won’t know what I’m going to be until I am it. And then we’ll realise it could never have been anything else.”