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Spell Miss-Hap: Knuckles

Following on from 'Spell Miss-Hap'.

You are a (A/T)

Is silence really golden?

Well, this was certainly going to be a struggle. (Y/N) just looked at the box of various Halloween trinkets, to her locked door, to the box, and then back to her door.

Once she finished helping Amy with her house she left, but not before Amy insisted on her taking a few things home as a thanks. So her box was full with decorations, a couple of costume bits and pieces and even a small pumpkin. She really wanted to carve it but right now she had to figure how to open her door.

Now any normal person would have just put the box down and gotten their key out, but (Y/N) thought the best way was to balance the box on one arm as she dug out her key from her pocket and awkwardly opened her door.

Stumbling in she set the box down and wondered what she should do first.

Should I carve the pumpkin first? I could make a pumpkin pie as well, or should I give my house a little Halloween vibe first? She questioned herself.

Eventually she decided to decorate the house first, only a couple of plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, fake cobwebs and plastic skulls on the coffee table. She then went to wash the pumpkin when-

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK! *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hang on!" (Y/N) called as she rushed to the door.

But the knocking didn't stop until she opened the door. And she was met with a slightly looking angry Knuckles.

"Knuckles what are you doing here?"

He didn't say anything though, he just walked into her house. Of course she didn't mind though, after all he was a friend and she could tell that there was something bothering you.

"Okay I'm not an idiot so I can tell that somethings bothering you, so are you going to tell me or what?" she asked.

Facing her he didn't make any attempt to say anything, earning a sigh from (Y/N).

"Knuckles I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." she sighed.

His face grew even more annoyed and he gave a small growl before pointing to his throat as best as he could with his boxing gloves.

"Is there something wrong with your throat?"

He shook his head.

"Your voice?"

He nodded.

"Have you lost your voice?"

He nodded again.

"Well how did that happen?"

His reply was an annoyed grumble, as if he could tell her right now.

"Okay, okay, I understand you can't tell me. I'm guessing you came here thinking I'd have something that might help."

(Y/N) wasn't exactly a medic, she was more of a herbal healer. Her mother liked to 'live off the land' and had taught her daughter what she knew. So whenever (Y/N) could she was all for picking wild herbs and mushrooms and making homemade remedies.

And naturally Knuckles had come to her for help because he preferred to stay away from doctors, plus anything made from natural resources he trusted right away.

Knuckles nodded in answer so she led him into the kitchen. As she rummaged through her cupboards she saw him eyeing up the pumpkin she had left on the table ready to carve.