Gosh, I wish I had superpowers, or was a real witch!

[ Coraline sighs, in envious awe. She's kneeling on her bed with an assortment of socks scattered around her, trying to match up everything that's been tossed mismatched into her drawers. Even a magical mansion's laundry occasionally has sock gnome problems. ]

You're Eleven, right? Dustin's buddy? He told me about you. Says we can play Dungeon and Dragons together sometime.