Silence hung in the air as I ran a brush through my wavy brown hair. I hummed a soft tune as I gathered my books for school and slid them into my backpack. I slung the bag over my shoulder, grabbing a granola bar and glancing out the window. Outside a soft blanket of snow had accumulated overnight and a few small flurries still blew around. I stop and looked down at my dark blue sweatshirt, then back outside. I sigh and grab my warm gray scarf, whipping it around my neck. Walking to the door I pull on my fingerless black gloves and adjust the bag on my shoulder. The door swings open and I can already feel my pale freckled cheeks turning red as the cold wind whips at my face. I pull the scarf over my nose and realize that sometimes I'm thankful for how close the school is; only a few blocks. I hold up my hand, palm facing up, and blue magic swirls around it. I smile at the thought of becoming a master of magic, just like my professor.
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