chapteR EIGHT
The Teacher Who Knew
Nic never told anyone at school about the magic.
Not really.
Not the wand.
Not the boy.
Not the dreams.
Not the remembering.
But that didn’t mean no one noticed.
Her music teacher, Ms. Bloomfire, was different.
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mismatched earrings—always.
She let kids dance during warm-ups.
And she kept a snow globe on her piano that no one was allowed to shake.
Except once, Nic saw her shake it.
When she thought no one was looking.
And when she did?
The snow didn’t fall.
It floated.
Like stars.
Like dust from the moon.
Like something that had waited a long time to be touched.
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That day, Ms. Bloomfire handed Nic a new piece of music and said:
“I’ve been saving this for someone who could hear more than notes.”
Nic blinked.
Then smiled.
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And said the only thing that made sense:
“I think I’ve been saving something too.”
They didn’t say much after that.
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But from that day on, Nic sat a little taller in music class.
Ms. Bloomfire never asked about the wand in her pocket.
And Nic never asked about the snow globe on the piano.
Some magic didn’t need explaining.
Some people just got it.
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