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She snapped her fingers, and the single flame that appeared was small, steady, and warm. Exactly the way she wanted it. She had learned the most powerful spell of all: the one you don't need magic to cast.
Mia understood first. "Joy. Friendship."
But her mind was a storm. Lately, her powers had been… different. Unpredictable. Yesterday, she’d tried to levitate a pencil during a boring history lecture and accidentally turned Mr. Harrison’s toupee a brilliant shade of fuchsia. The class had roared with laughter. Mr. Harrison had not. grachi in english
They formed a circle around Grachi. She closed her eyes and raised her hands, not to conjure a spell, but to feel. She didn't recite ancient words from her spellbook. Instead, she spoke from memory.
Grachi opened her eyes. The air was clean. The weight was gone. She looked at her friends—her family. She snapped her fingers, and the single flame
"Concentrate, Grachi," she whispered to herself. "Focus."
A soft knock came from her window. She looked up to see Matías, his silhouette framed by the dying light. He was holding a small, wilting sunflower in one hand and a worried smile on his face. Mia understood first
Grachi laughed, a real, full laugh that made the greenhouse vines curl happily around the rafters. "Deal."
"I know what I have to do," she said, her voice firming. "But I can't do it alone."
Matías listened, then placed the wilted sunflower on her nightstand. "It's not your power, Grachi. It's your heart. It's been cloudy lately."