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ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ➮ ᴏᴘᴇɴ
Who: Matilda Wormwood and YOU.
What: playing hopscotch with flying stones!
When: This afternoon.
Where: Near the garden!!
Rating: G
[ she should have asked if she was allowed to draw on the pavement near the garden. But Matilda had figured that if she wasn't, she'll wash the chalk away.
It was a good practice for her power more than just a game. She knew this was something many kids usually played together but having grown up the way she did, she didn't mind playing alone.
To those who might pass her she might seem like a true wonder. A small child in a blue dress making a stone rise into the air before it is elegantly placed down on a numbered square for her to hop on the other numbered blocks to get it back. After she retrieves it, she hops back only to lay it on the ground and make it float up and onto one of the chalk squares again.
She'll accept playmates. ]
What: playing hopscotch with flying stones!
When: This afternoon.
Where: Near the garden!!
Rating: G
[ she should have asked if she was allowed to draw on the pavement near the garden. But Matilda had figured that if she wasn't, she'll wash the chalk away.
It was a good practice for her power more than just a game. She knew this was something many kids usually played together but having grown up the way she did, she didn't mind playing alone.
To those who might pass her she might seem like a true wonder. A small child in a blue dress making a stone rise into the air before it is elegantly placed down on a numbered square for her to hop on the other numbered blocks to get it back. After she retrieves it, she hops back only to lay it on the ground and make it float up and onto one of the chalk squares again.
She'll accept playmates. ]
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But then she rethinks that; perhaps she's wrong, perhaps she was born with it, only she never knew how to unlock it. Perhaps it has developed over time.
I don't know. I'm not sure, I only started controlling it lately. I might have been born with it.
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"How recently do you mean? Since you arrived in this place?"
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She smiles, lifts the stone and makes it fly in circles around them.
"Neat, right?"
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"Have you tried it on other things? Or only stones and glass?"
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She made a face.
"I don't think many people will appreciate it very much."
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"You are probably right about that. I think most people would like to keep their feet on the ground."
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She cringes, makes a face.
"The Headmistress threw her over the fence because of her pigtails. If I had my powers then, I could have helped."
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"No, she should not. Is there no way for her to be removed from being principal? Who makes the decisions in your community?"
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She sighs, suddenly looks comically mature for her age.
"It might have to come down to us."
Or more accurately, to Matilda herself.
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He frowns. He's not about to tell a child that she can't do anything she puts her mind to, since he was the same when he was that young (not that he's not young now), but still. It seems like a lot for one child to take on. "'Us'?"
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She makes a face; usually his favorite subject is Matilda herself.
"The kids, I mean. The kids at the school."
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"Can you count on them to assist you?"
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Some of them are simply too scared to try.
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"Good. If you have no choice, you must still stand against injustice alone -- but it is good to have friends to help."