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Something flew in the door and hit the ground, and Flick's first thought was that a bird had crash-landed. A cardinal, no less, by the color she spotted out of the corner of her eye. However, once her eyes focused on the bright red disc, she realized it wasn't a bird at all. To be quite frank, she had no idea what it was. Just as she was about to inspect it, though, somebody came rushing through the door. She froze instantly, wondering if perhaps the disc was a weapon and she'd just been attacked. However, the words that the male spoke weren't filled with hate or rage, so she let herself relax.


But what was she supposed to say to that? She was obviously here, and he knew that (or at least he did now). Is that yours? she asked, pointing to the flat piece of... whatever it was. She was pretty sure she'd never seen anything like that. And just how did it fly? She didn't see any wings, so maybe it was magic. Her father and mother had told her that magic wasn't real, but what else could make something so lifeless fly?

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