Jenny shakes her head again and sets the lamp down carefully on the floor. (It takes more effort than it should to let go of it. Her fingers are uncooperative.)
She can't help Matilda right now, and if Jim could she has to think he wouldn't be here. The important thing is getting out of Miss Trunchbull's reach (if that is even possible anymore). Then they can decide whether Matilda needs help, and if so, how on Earth to provide it.
(She rolls out of the way of the second fireball. The wave of hot air in its wake presses her down against the floor.
"You little witch," the Trunchbull spits.
The click of sudden understanding is almost a physical sensation. Witch. Magic. The common element. All powers are the same powers, expressed differently. How?
Another fireball roars toward her. She throws up her hands and it halts in midair. Behind her, she can hear the fire spread, smell the carpet burning. She risks a glance back and stops that too, holding the flames in suspended animation.)
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Jenny shakes her head again and sets the lamp down carefully on the floor. (It takes more effort than it should to let go of it. Her fingers are uncooperative.)
She can't help Matilda right now, and if Jim could she has to think he wouldn't be here. The important thing is getting out of Miss Trunchbull's reach (if that is even possible anymore). Then they can decide whether Matilda needs help, and if so, how on Earth to provide it.
(She rolls out of the way of the second fireball. The wave of hot air in its wake presses her down against the floor.
"You little witch," the Trunchbull spits.
The click of sudden understanding is almost a physical sensation. Witch. Magic. The common element. All powers are the same powers, expressed differently. How?
Another fireball roars toward her. She throws up her hands and it halts in midair. Behind her, she can hear the fire spread, smell the carpet burning. She risks a glance back and stops that too, holding the flames in suspended animation.)