“Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.”
“We had a blast at my magical birthday party. There were midgets, fairies, glass slippers, and I actually got to ride in a pumpkin.”
“The whole thing reeked of faerie mischief."Screw you. Me and my magic hands will be fine, thank you very much.I'm staying right where I am.”
“I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.”
“For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.”
“I stopped and listened. But all I could hear was.. a kind of thudding, and not in me but somewhere near me... my heart.”