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I’ve been walking around small circles in my room for a few minutes now. I just got out of the shower and changed into some comfortable shorts and top, trying to resist the itch to use magic to dry my hair.
Tonight is the night of the performance. I’m not exactly nervous about the dance, per se. I’ve been practicing with my sister and cousins for days now, and I know it’s going to be quite a show for our guests. Florine says that it’s the best routine she’s ever come up with, and has made sure everyone knew what they were supposed to do.
No, what does have me nervous is the attention. I’ve been trying to stay holed up, to avoid the stares, but there’s no getting away from it- all eyes will be on me tonight- the human offspring who has to do ‘fake’ magic. An
