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The Principal of the Situation
Mr. Short led us into his office. I could tell he was nervous. His hands were shaking a little, and tiny beads of sweat popped up on his forehead near his hairline. I took a seat across from him, and Ben sat down beside me. It took the principal a few moments to compose himself once he settled behind his desk. He folded his hands in front of him and took a few deep breaths.
When he finally started talking, his voice was soft, and he took his time, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to say. His thoughts seemed rambling and disconnected at first, like he wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this but needed to get it out of his system or something.
“I am not a magical person. I don’t have any magic. I don’t know how to do magic. Until I moved to Whispering Hollow, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as magic.
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