Spending a night at a swanky hotel does wonders for a girl's confidence.
Highly recommend, 10/10.
But three days later, it still hasn't made my magic any easier to access, so—that blows, and not in the fun way.
I sigh, adjusting my position on the couch. My body's flat against the cushions, legs up in the air like I'm some weird human L-shape, holding my Fundamentals of Glyph Construction textbook high above my face. I snagged it from the library, hoping another textbook might… I don't know. Help.
The words blur together after three straight hours of reading. I've gone through this chapter four times and the only thing I've learned is that whoever wrote this textbook hates students.
A triumphant shriek pierces my concentration.
"Nicole! Look!" Penelope bounces on her heels, pointing at the coffee table where two candles now burn with steady flames. "I did two at once!"
"Great job," I mumble, not lowering the book.
