The Goldrose School For Girls. Ch 7. Not for readers under 16.

Chapter Seven

“Girls, you will not like this but there is something you must know about our realm.” Grandpa Thistlethorn says apprehensively.
“What’s that?” Raina and I ask together.
“The technology is not the same as it is in the wilted world.”
“What do you mean?” Raina asks.
“Well, there is no such thing as computers, or mobile phones, or the internet.” Grandpa Thistlethorn says.
“No BloomerPix.” Mum says.
“No BloomerPix? What the hell is there then?” I ask, pissed off.
“In the way of social networking and online communication?” Mum frowns. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? How are we going to live without our phones, and the internet? It’s going to be impossible!” Raina explains how we are both feeling.
“Yes, and no. Impossible because you two know nothing else. Possible because my sister and I, and our mother, and her parents, have all lived in a world that didn’t have phones.” Mum says.
“That was years ago! This is 2017. Do you seriously think it’s normal, because it’s not. I’m not coming.” Raina says, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Me either. Stuff that. I’d rather stay here.” I say, looking at Raina.
“Stay where? In the wilted world? You’re not wilted. How would you survive? You can’t cook, or clean, or drive, or pay the bills. You don’t even have jobs!” Mum says, annoyed.
“We will get jobs, won’t we?” I say looking at Raina.
“Yeah. We will get jobs. I’ll get one right this instant if I have to.” Raina exhales.
“Girls. Stop being so melodramatic. You’re bloomers. You are coming to our realm permanently whether you like it or not, technology or no technology.” Mum says adamantly.
“I don’t think you could stay in the wilted realm if you wanted to anyway. There would be a chance we would never see you again if you did that.” Aunty Alyssum says.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“Once the doors to our realm are erased, the same doorways can never be cast again. There will be new doorways. How would we ever find you again to tell you where they are?” Wow. She has a point. “It’s not like I could just call you on the phone.” Aunty Alyssum says.
“You won’t have one.” Raina says looking at the ground.
“This must be done ladies. Think of your futures. If the wilted get a hold of you who knows what they could do to you. People will do anything to get the information they want. Anything.” Grandpa Thistlethorn says.
“We don’t really have a choice then, do we?” I say, downtrodden.
“No, kiddo, unfortunately not.” Mum says.

Life solely lived in our realm is going to be different. We are moving from Brunswick to Carlton – we are going to be alot closer to school. Raina and I can just walk there if we want to. Grandpa Thistlethorn’s special request for this really good relocation was accepted by the ministry purely because he founded the school, and I think in his letter to the ministry, he might have reminded them of that. How could they refuse? Right? Mum and Aunty Alyssum wanted us all to be living next door to them, so that we can keep an eye on them, so his letter mentioned us too. February 9 is the big moving day. The day when we must all be in our realm so the doors can be erased. And it’s February 4.
After school Raina and I get off our brooms in Peach Blossom Lane and lean them against the brickwork outside Cinnamon. The new bloomer-rook bank has been built right in the heart of the lane. Ten years ago there was an existing bank but when we all started using wilted morning they knocked it down and built a bunch of shops in it’s place. This new bank, called Felgamore’s, has a bright yellow rendered art deco exterior, with gigantic black reflective triangles jutting out of the roof on all sorts of geometrically-impossible angles. It looks like a yellow Minion with a really cool punky hair-do. We’ve all had to go there and convert our wilted money back into Stroms and Fens. Ridiculous, if you ask me. It’s only been like ten years since we last used Stroms and Fens. I wish our ministry would make up their minds!
“Hey. Do you and Raina want to come to the Australian Flying Finals with us? You’d really love it there.” A text message from Hark.
“Hark wants to know if we want to go to the Australian Flying Finals with them. I just got a text from him.” I tell Raina, who has her legs pulled up against her chest, on the outdoor she’s sitting on. She’s playing with her teaspoon.
“Isn’t it in Sydney over Darling Harbour?” She asks.
“Yeah. I think so.”
“As if our Mums will let us go. How would we get there anyway, and where would we stay?”
“Hmm. Good question. I’ll ask Hark what their plans are.” I text Hark and he replies.
“He says they are staying at Wolfe’s house in Coogee.” I say.
“Wolfe’s house? He has another house? Is it in the wilted realm? We will be locked out of the wilted realm by then.”
“Yeah we will.” I text Hark; he replies.
“He says the ministry gives families with more than one home a larger magic allowance. So that house will be recreated in our realm too.”
“Oh, well that explains that then. I’m happy to go if mum says yes.” Raina says.
We pop into mum’s shop where she is standing behind the counter ticking off stock that has just come in. Zinnia is sitting down on her chair drinking coffee.
“Mum, would I be allowed to go to the Australian Flying Finals with some guys from Meridian in a few weeks?” I ask, leaning on the counter.
“Which boys? Are their parents going?”
“No. Just them. Wolfe Glynflint and Hark Basswood. Wolfe has a house in Coogee.”
“Does he? How long will you go for? Have you got enough money for the tickets?”
“Wolfe is paying. Three days. Three games.”
“Raina, are you going?” Mum asks Raina.
“If Mum lets me yeah.”
“I’ll have a word to her and tell her you can go provided you both go. I’d feel better knowing you are together. Are these the same boys who dropped you off home the other night after Begonia’s party?”
“Yep.” I say.
“Ok. Tell them I want to meet them first before you give them an answer. Off you go. I’m busy. I’ll see you at home.” Mum says, sending me kisses with her wand that land on my cheeks and then pop.
Raina and I leave the store and I tell Hark mum wants to meet him and Wolfe first. Hark wants us to hang out with them in Dark Forest Cove at Frogspawn, so we hop on our brooms and fly over there.
When we get there Hark and Wolfe are sitting at the same booth we sat in the night of Begonia’s party, drinking Firestix; their school bags are on the mahoghany wooden flooring between their feet, and their brooms resting against the back brickwall. The owners of the cafe have put up a new sign suggesting a designated broom area. Like us the boys are still in their uniforms; grey trousers, with a white school shirt, with a red velvet tie, and a black woollen blazer with red velvet edging to signify the house colours for Ironbark. They look super cute.
“Hello ladies.” Wolfe says, kissing us both hello on each cheek, and then sitting back down. Hark does the same.
“Coming to Sydney then?” Hark asks, smiling, and ordering two Firestix for us.
“About that… mum wants to meet you both first and then you’ll get an answer.” I say, sipping my Firestix that just arrived. The service in Frogspawn is pretty swift.
“That’s alright. We’re up for that. We’ve met your mum before. When we got all our school stuff from Bromley’s, and she was there visiting. She won’t remember us though. Heaps of people were in that day…” Wolfe says, referring to the Meridian school uniform supplier in Dark Forest Cove.
“Oh, I didn’t know. Yeah Mum’s store and Bromley’s sell alot of the same stuff. Only real difference would be our uniforms.” I say.
“Yeah they do.” Hark says. “I took Maggie shopping for her school stuff because mum and dad were busy.” Hark’s parents work for the ministry, in the Melbourne offices.
“So what do we think about the whole no technology thing?” Wolfe asks, sipping his Firestix.
“I think it sucks.” Raina says, sipping hers.
“I think I’ll get used to it. RookPix does my head in. All the boys want to do, is out-do eachother with their gym selfies. It’s so fucking annoying. I’ll be glad to get rid of it.” Wolfe says.
“I love BloomerPix. I’m going to miss it so much. I’ll miss sharing all my photos with everyone.” I love selfies.
“I’ll miss seeing your photos.” Hark says, being cheeky.
“Aha! So you like my selfies then?” I ask, impressed.
“Yeah. They’re not bad.” Hark smiles, and looks into his drink.
“Look at you two. Flirting like mad. Just hook up already!” Raina says giggling.
“Alright. Saff – wanna go out with me?” Hark says, looking straight at me. I am blown away, but calm at the same time. I like him.
“Umm. Wow that was a bit unexpected. Ok.” I say, looking down into my drink.
“See? Done. Now your turn Wolfe.” Hark says nudging Wolfe’s elbow with his own.
“What?” Wolfe nearly chokes on his drink.
“Now’s your chance to ask Raina out.” Raina turns bright red.
“Yes. Don’t ask me. Yes.” Raina says, saving him the embarrassment of having to ask her on the spot.
“Phew. Sweet. That saved me.” Wolfe says, getting up and swapping seats with me so he can sit beside Raina and I can sit beside Hark. Wolfe kisses Raina’s temple. It’s really cute.
“Well, that was easy.” Wolfe says, exhaling.
“It was. Thanks for saying yes.” Hark says to me, whilst holding my hand in my lap, under the table, and then squeezing my knee.
“Aren’t we lucky? The Goldrose cousins?” Wolfe and Hark knuckle-bump eachother over the table.
“Wanna know something cool?” I say. “Grandpa Thistlethorn is swapping houses with Raina’s mum for the rebuild, so Raina and I are gonna live in his mansion. Sick huh?” I say, grinning my face off.
“That is so cool. Which area?” Hark says, his face beaming with excitement.
“Carlton. Just off the end of Lygon St. Drummond Street I think.” I say, trying to remember the map of our realm that Grandpa Thistlethorn showed me.
“How did he get so close to Goldrose?” Wolfe asks.
“He wrote a letter to the ministry. Founding the school has its perks.” I grin.
“I guess it does. My parents are the planning ministers.” Hark says.
“No way. Your parents are in the planning ministry? No way!” I say. I can’t believe it.
“Yes way. It was probably Mum and Dad who approved your Grandpa’s house.” Hark says and smiles.
“That’s so cool. It’s such a small world. So where are you guys gonna be living?” I ask.
“I’m going to be in Newport still.” Wolfe says.
“We’re still going to be in Fitzroy in Fitzroy Street. You and I are going to be quite close. Within walking distance.” Hark says to me, kissing me on the forehead.
Raina and I run upstairs inside Grandpa Thistlethorn’s mansion while he and Grandma Bergamot get settled in, into Aunty Alyssum’s old house, which is right next door. My room is carpeted white, and covered in black and gold striped wallpaper, and my broom fits in rather nicely, having a black satin covered handle, black bristles, and a large gold tree of life pendant dangling from it. Everything is very black and gold. Raina’s room on the other hand is orange and black; she even has black carpet. Raina’s broomstick has a brown handle and brown bristles, and has a purple dreamcatcher hanging on it, so it kind of clashes with her new room.
We threw our phones and laptops into the kitchen bin on our way upstairs – there was no point in keeping them when they wouldn’t switch on. Mum and Aunty Alyssum have promised to teach us how to communicate with our school friends using charmed feathers. I am trying to keep an open mind but I am already pretty damn depressed that there is no technology in our realm anymore.
After we have settled in and all of our clothes have magically put themselves away and our three suitcases each have stowed themselves under each of our queen-sized beds, Raina and I go with Mum into Peach Blossom Lane, to convert our wilted money into stroms and fens and to open new accounts there.
There are no cars in our realm, and it’s odd seeing so many people flying about on assorted styles of brooms, when I am used to seeing traffic – actually mechanised traffic on the roads. The only traffic around now is the traffic where people are flying on broomsticks two metres above the road. The closing of the doorways to both realms seems to have only affected my generation – all the young people. Mum and Aunty Alyssum don’t care, and anyone older than them doesn’t care either. They don’t seem to mind that they will never be able to enjoy Melbourne again – that is, the Wilted side of Melbourne. Maybe it’s because they grew up during a time where technology wasn’t as advanced and therefore the wilted world and the magical world were more similar?
It’s odd thinking about the entrance to Peach Blossom Lane now. It’s just a dead-end, a brickwall. And we can say the words Royal Arcade as much as we want, but it won’t bring it back. We can cast spells on the brickwork with our wands until they catch on fire, but it won’t bring the Royal Arcade back. Mum keeps telling me that I shouldn’t be upset, because it’s not like we have lost anything. We still have our schools, and our homes, and eachother; we still have roofs over our heads – and our new home just happens to be ten times better than our old home too. We can still go to Birdseed Bakery, and Bloodbone Butchers and Gravelli’s Green Grocers, if ever we need ingredients for dinner, Mum says. We won’t starve, Mum says. But these little boutique food outlets in Peach Blossom Lane don’t compare to all the wonderful restaurants in Lygon Street and Southbank that I will never be able to eat in again. What about Brunetti’s? What about Vue De Monde? What about World Bar? What about all the Trampoline gelati shops? What about Ikea? I used to love going there just to look at everything. It’s so weird that there isn’t anything like an Ikea in our realm. What about Savers? Which is where I got many of my clothes from. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Aster’s Apparel, but their prices don’t compare to the prices at Savers! What about all the poor bloomers who can’t afford to shop at Aster’s Apparel, or at Poppy’s Pieces, or at Dew’s Denim, or Gerbera’s Gems? There isn’t anything under eighty stroms in these shops! I don’t know what Raina is going to do for new clothes. She can’t afford to always buy new things like I can. Maybe Aunty Alyssum will spend the allowance of magic that Mum gave to her on clothes for Raina? Mum didn’t need the extra magic. We didn’t recreate our house.
Or maybe she will save it, and put it toward Raina’s birthday present? Or Raina’s birthday party? Maybe she will spend it on herself? Who knows?
We leave our brooms in the broomstick bay outside Felgamore’s and walk inside the yellow-rendered building, with it’s black spikey roof, that reminds me of a yellow minion with a really punky hairdo. We stand in the queue behind other bloomers and rooks and wait our turn. There are currently fifteen tellers working. After waiting in line for around half an hour we are finally called and we follow Mum to the desk where we are served by a bloomer who has black hair tied in a ponytail, and a black sword-cut fringe. She has black eyes and blood-red lips; I read her name tag; her name is Rose. She looks like she could be related to Canola Rubiolo. I whisper this to Raina, and I think the lady has heard me.
“Did you say Canola? That’s my daughter. Do you know her?” Rose asks me, in a very open and friendly manner.
“Yes. We know her. We go to school with her.” I say, smiling back.
“Are you the Goldrose cousins?” She asks.
“We are.” I say.
“I have heard about you two. She told me she hung out with you both at Begonia’s party a few weeks ago. She said it was a great party.”
“It was an awesome party.” I say, remembering when I had my first magical mushroom, and then flew off Begonia’s rooftop with Hark holding my hand. I haven’t seen Canola or Daffodil since then actually.
“She isn’t doing too well with this whole no technology thing. How are you both finding it?”
“I hate it.” I say.
“I hate it.” Raina says.
“Hmm. Canola does too. We are going to have to teach you all how to text with feathers.” She laughs. I don’t think it is texting as such.
“Yes, that is our next plan of action, isn’t it girls? When we get home. We’ll all sit down at the kitchen table and I’m going to show you how we did things in my day.” Mum says. “Now. We would like to open two new accounts, and transfer their wilted money into them.” Mum tells Rose, giving her mine and Raina’s Commonwealth Bank cards.
“Can I please have your wands girls?” Rose asks politely, and Mum passes her our wands through the little window. Rose waves our wands past her computer screen, first mine, and then Raina’s, and then hands them back to Mum.
“Use them wisely.” Mum jokes, handing them back to us.
“How much money do I have on it?” I ask Mum, staring at my black wand.
“As many dollars as you had on your card.” Mum says.
“Oh.” I say, understanding how it works. There’s no conversion rate.
“So if I had eighty dollars and twenty cents on my card, I should have eighty stroms and twenty fens on my wand, right?” Raina asks Mum, looking wary.
“Correct.” Mum says, and we say our goodbyes to Rose and then follow Mum out of the bank and back into Peach Blossom Lane where our brooms are waiting for us where we left them.
Hark is in the lane shopping with his Mum and his sister Magnolia.
“Hark.” I call out to him. He wanders over to me.
“Hey.” He says, kissing me hello, and then kissing Raina hello.
“Mum, this is Hark. One of the boys who we are going to the Flying Finals with. Hark, this is my mother Delphinium.” I say, introducing them.
“Hello Hark. Lovely to meet you. So sorry to hear about what happened to your sister. That was dreadful news. Really dreadful. We are all so glad that she is back, safe and well.” Mum says, and Hark’s mother and sister join us.
“I was just saying we are all so relieved that you are back safe and well.” Mum says, looking at Magnolia.
“Yes. I am. Thank you.” She says, in her squeaky little timid voice.
“It was a frightful few days, but we are over the worst of it now. Now it’s just about getting settled into this new way of life. I’m Petunia Basswood. Nice to meet you.” Hark’s Mum says, holding out her red-varnished hand for Mum to shake.
“Saffra’s mother. Delphinium Goldrose. This is my daughter Saffra, and my niece, Raina.” Mum shakes her hand, and they smile.
“Hello. This is my daughter Magnolia as you know. We bought Maggie’s schoolbooks from you. Yes. I remember. You have a lovely store.” Petunia says.
“Thank you. Yes, I like to keep it in tip top shape.” Mum smiles.
“I’ve only had to shop at Bromley’s for Hark. It was easy going to Dark Forest Cove. Now I have to go to Dark Forest Cove and Peach Blossom Lane. I wish they were in the same location.” Petunia says.
“That would be too easy.” Mum jokes.
“Hark tells me he has asked Saffra to go to Sydney with him and Wolfe for the Flying Finals. How do you feel about that?” Petunia says.
“Good. Saffra and Raina can go. I don’t mind. But I would like to meet Wolfe beforehand.” Mum says.
“He’s a lovely boy, really. I’ve known him since he was a baby. My husband Rholt and his father are best friends. The Glynflint’s are a very good family. Close family friends of ours. You won’t have a worry. They’ve a place in Coogee not far from the beach. I haven’t been but I’ve sent Hark there many a school holiday.” Petunia explains.
“I hope I can trust you with my daughter.” Mum laughs, looking at Hark.
“You can. I promise.” Hark smiles. Gosh he is gorgeous. I’ll tell Mum about us soon.
“Good. Well you pop over anytime you like okay kiddo? We’re just in Drummond Street, Carlton.” Mum smiles, and Hark smiles back.
“Drummond Street? That’s close to us. We are in Fitzroy Street, Fitzroy.” Petunia gushes.
“Very close. There you go Saff. You can walk to eachother’s house.” Mum says, winking at Hark, like she already knows we are together.
“Mum’s gonna teach us how to send feathers to our friends. I’ll send you a feather.” Hark says, smiling at me.
“I’ll send you one too. But you might be waiting a while.” I say, smiling.
“No, no. Rubbish. You’ll both pick it up in no time. I promise.” Petunia says.
“I’ve got the hang of it already.” Magnolia says, grinning.
“We’ve just been into Felgamore’s. Had to open accounts for these two.” Mum says.
“Ah yes. We are on our way there now to do the same. I don’t think Hark and Maggie have ever seen our kind of money.” Petunia says.
“I have Mum. In PE.” Hark says, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I keep forgetting. Yes, you did say that.” Petunia shakes her head and laughs at herself.
“Alright. We better be off. I’ll get Saffra to send you a feather later today. Is that alright?” Mum asks Hark.
“Yep. All good.” Hark smiles, kisses me on both cheeks goodbye, and then kisses Raina.
“Bye.” I tell him, not wanting him to leave.
“Looking forward to your feather Saff.” He winks, and follows his mum and Magnolia into the bank.
I open my hand. Somehow, without noticing, three chocolate stars have been put into my hand. Hark is adorable.
When we get home Raina and I plonk ourselves down on the couch, kick off our lace-up boots, and swing our legs over the sides of the black leather L-shaped sofa. Grandma Marigold is in the front garden gardening – we can see her through the living room window. She looks up and smiles at us, and I wave back.
“Mum, remind me why we don’t have a TV, or a microwave, or a toaster, or a kettle…” I say somewhat sarcastically.
“Too much electricity interferes with the magic.” Mum says.
“Right. Okay.” I say and sigh.
“Feather time. In here, or in the kitchen?” Mum asks us both, holding a glass jar of assorted feathers.
“In here will do.” I say, stretching and yawning.
“Wands out.” Mum says, unscrewing the lid on the glass jar with her hands, and kneeling down next to the coffee table.
“Pick a feather. From now on, it will be yours, and yours only.” Mum says.
I pick a bright purple feather and Raina chooses a bright orange one. “To match my room.” She says.
“Hold your wands as though they are pens.” Mum says. “Make the feather hover in the air. Dip the beak downward like you are about to write on a sheet of paper. Write something short with your wands, but watch the feathers do the writing, and then end your letters by tapping the air with your wand once. Blow on your wand to send it.” We do as we are told. I write: Hello Raina. How are you? But I clearly wasn’t doing it properly because my handwriting that now appears before me is completely illegible and Raina’s is the same.
“It’s all about how you hold your wrist and the angle. Get the angle right and then the letters won’t be so skewed.” Mum says.
“Skewed? Is that what you call them? Mine are worse than doctor’s handwriting!” Raina scoffs and then laughs at her own joke. I laugh at her too. This isn’t as easy as it looks. Mum writes: Mum is in the garden and I am teaching these two twits how to send feathers to their friends. When her feather writes her words in the air in front of us her writing is perfect.
“How do you get it so perfect?” I ask Mum, annoyed.
“Practise. Practise makes perfect darling.” Mum gets up off her knees, and stands.
“Where are you going?” I ask her.
“To join Lyss in the pool.” Mum says.
“The pool? Oh my goodness. I forgot! We have a pool! I’m coming too!” I say throwing my wand down onto the glass coffee table and standing up.
“Nope. You stay here. Get your feathers right and then you can come in the pool.” Mum is actually holding her hands up to stop me. Raina is snickering behind me.
“Shut up!” I say, and poke my tongue at her.
Raina and I spend the next twenty minutes sending nonsensical notes to eachother in thin air.
“What a shame Wolfe wasn’t there today,” Raina’s feather says.
“I am so happy I saw Hark. He is so cute,” my feather says.
“Your mum totes knows you like eachother,” Raina’s feather says.
“I don’t care. I’m gonna tell her about us soon anyway,” my feather says.
“What do we do if we want to send multiple feathers out to several different people at once?” I ask Raina.
“Good question. I have no idea. I don’t think you can. I think you have to wait for the person on the other end to send the feather back before you can chat to anyone else.” Raina says.
“I’m gonna go ask Mum.” I say, picking my feather off the coffee table, and trudging through the kitchen and out the glass sliding door, to the backyard where Mum and Aunty Alyssum are playing in the pool.
“Mum. Can I send more than one feather at a time?” I ask.
“No, darling. You can’t. You must wait for your feather to come back.” Mum says.
“That’s what I said.” Raina says, standing beside me.
“Why Saff? How many feathers do you need? How many boyfriends do you have?” Mum asks.
“What? What do you mean?” I ask, shocked.
“I know about you and Hark. He’s a nice boy.”
“How do you know about us? I haven’t even told you about him yet.” I say, exhaling loudly, and then plonking myself down into an outdoor chair.
“Zinnia read my turkish coffee last night just before we closed the shop. It appeared in my cup.” Mum says nonchalantly.
“Gee. That’s great. Well, now you know.” I say, letting my wand roll a little ways across the glass outdoor table.
“He really likes you.” Mum says.
“Yeah, he does.” I smile and stare at the floor.
“I know about you too missy.” Mum tells Raina.
“What about me?” Raina asks.
“You and Wolfe.” Mum smirks and Aunty Alyssum grins widely. Clearly Mum has already told Aunty Alyssum.
“Yeah. We’re an item. Meh.” Raina says, slouching in her chair.
“What’s he like, this Wolfe Glynflint?” Aunty Alyssum asks.
“He’s cute. Tall. Smart. Actually, a bit of a smart ass.” Raina laughs.
“He’s full of it.” I say, laughing.
“So he has self-pride. Who cares?” Raina clearly doesn’t.
“There’s nothing wrong with that sweetie.” Aunty Alyssum says.
“No, there isn’t.” Raina says.
“Hark seems like a nice boy Saff. His mother is lovely too.” Mum says.
“Yeah. That was the first time I’ve met her.” I say.
“You’ll have to send Hark your feather.” Mum says, reminding me.
“Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” I say, beginning to write in the air with my wand: Mum thinks you’re a nice guy. Can’t wait to see you again. Come over to mine tomorrow. We can hang out by the pool if it’s warm enough. I tap the air, and then blow the end of my wand and my feather floats higher into the air, over the fence and disappears.
“Will it come back?” I ask Mum, completely worried that it won’t.
“It will. Sooner than you think.” Mum assures me.
“Raina, tell Wolfe we would like to meet him please.” Aunty Alyssum says.
“Ok. Gosh. Here goes nothing. Well, my awful handwriting, that’s what’s going.” Raina forms letters with her wand in the air in front of her face: Hey Wolfe. Raina here. I’m sending my first ever feather to you. You should feel special. Mum says she would like to meet you. We can come to Sydney, but she wants to meet you first. Kiss, hug, kiss, hug. Raina taps the air and blows on the end of her wand and her feather zooms into the air, and floats over the fence and out of sight.


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