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He laughed as well, shaking his head. "Maybe."
"I don't really like talking about it," she said quietly. "It's weird for me."
"I just said it to your face," he said flatly. "I'm sorry."
She was frowning. "I don't know. Why do you have to bring it up so often?"
He pursed his lips before looking ahead. "Mostly. I do think you're naive, but I wouldn't say it to insult you like that."
She looked a little uncomfortable, rubbing her arm. "He's not."
He looked back at her curiously. "To make you mad?"
She hesitated, scratching her temple self consciously. "There's Puck.."
"Being angry is the easiest way to get to it until you learn how to summon the same feeling yourself and direct it into a spell."
She laughed, looking up again and the climbed the stairs. "Oh, wow."
"It's fine," he said dismissively. "Let's keep walking."
She looked back at him curiously. "It would?"
He waved it, shaking his head. "It's fine. That's not really a bad insult."
"Reversing spell," she teased. "That seems handy."
He looked up, frowning slightly. "What?"
She chuckled, starting up. "I figured."
He laughed lightly, stamping out the flame. "Yeah, you did."
She rolled her eyes, turning back to the stairs. "Back up?"
The sticks would catch fire at the peak of her anger. It didn't hurt. She would hardly feel it, but it would be noticeable due to the bright...
"It was a little nerve wracking," she admitted self consciously, "but fun."
