The Time Travelers, Book 1: Lessons in Time Travel
Eloise had a dark imagination, fueled by her older brother Max. Unlike her friend JD, who believed in science, Eloise viewed most things through a supernatural lense.
“Eloise, you watch too many horror films,” said Gwen, dismissing her. “It’s just an old mirror, nothing more. But this,” she said, picking up the boot, “I don’t know what this is. It's a conundrum.” It was old, hardened in mud, and horribly misshapen, like it had been wet, flattened and dried out. “Like, what can you do with just one boot?”
“Maybe it’s a portkey,” Z said, taking a moment away from her book. Z was curled up on the couch, under a Mexican blanket. Gwen had forgotten she was there. It was easy to do. Z had a tendency to become invisible, usually reading, which was why Gwen didn’t mind having her there. Z was Mrs. Hobbes granddaughter. Mrs. Hobbes stayed with Gwen and JD whenever their mother was away on archaeological digs—which was often—because as Mrs. Hobbes joked, the only thing to dig up in Ithaca was dirt on your neighbors.
“Right, we’re on Stoatshead Hill looking for a portkey to get to the Quidditch match,” said Gwen.
Gwen leaned over, contemplating the items on the table. She didn’t agree with Eloise about the mirror, but she felt sure there was more to these objects. It felt like a puzzle.
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