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Twenty-Eight
Stella Lockheed Picture this: I was just doing my usual misfit thing, you know, flying under the radar, avoiding any unnecessary attention, and basically owning the role of the teenage wallflower. And then, out of the blue, Headmistress Mooncrest herself decides to step in with this offer to help me tap into some magical well of power I didn't even know existed. I mean, seriously? The Headmistress? Offering to help little ol' me? It felt like the punchline to a weird joke. But nope, she was dead serious. She starts going on about my untapped potential, like there's this dormant magic inside me that's just waiting for a wake-up call. And of course, she's got this whole spiel about destiny and being a player in some grand scheme, while I'm standing there like, "Are you sure you're talking
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