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Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.
Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?
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Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?
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"Do you study magic there?"
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She doesn't look down on the Princess, she seemed to do it too.
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She supposed Witches were humans, but it just wasn't said that way.
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"I've never met a witch before," says the Ordinary Princess. "I did meet a girl who was rather insistant that she was not a witch, though." She turns her attention back to the problem of the door. "Is there anyone here who can help you get your door back? I've met some very magical people -- Al made Simon Perryvall out of an acorn shell."
The extremely small grey squirrel fluff his tail and chatters at Thea.
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Stubborn, stubborn girl.
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"I'm sorry, I wish there were something I could do to help," she says. She produces a small, slightly squashed and slightly stale cake from her apron pocket and breaks it in half. "Would you like some?" she offers.