Eight
“So how does this work?” I ask as we stand in the garden some distance away from the other students. “I say some magic words and something happens?”
“Is that what happened the other night when you accidentally used magic?” Azzy asks.
“Um, no, those were just normal words. My friend Val was embarrassed about something she’d said to a guy, and she made a comment about wishing the earth would open up and swallow her whole. So I said …” I swallow and wrap a few strands of hair around my forefinger, ashamed of the state I was in that night. “I was kind of out of it, because I’d had a little bit of alcohol, and apparently that isn’t good for faeries, so I … I don’t know, exactly, but I said something like, ‘So what? Then just let the earth swallow you whole.’ And then … it happened.”
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