[ Her brows knits, and she wraps her arms around her knees as she watches Nadine intensely. It looks like "just doing it", except for the words that Julie doesn't know, but then she's not even sure if she should know them. The innkeeper's wife doesn't usually say anything when she lights the fireplace. And if she is supposed to know those words, then how can she possibly remember all of them in the right order to do every different thing? It's too much, why can't this just be easy and normal like in every magic movie? Those fuckin' British kids just needed to wave a stick and say two words and they could do anything in the world, and all Julie wants to do is make a stupid little fire and it's this fucking complicated? She's never going to be able to do this.
She presses her face into her knees, feeling quite a bit like she might hyperventilate already. She can't do this, she can't even explain how she does the one thing she can do. This is so stupid and difficult and Nadine's going to be so upset and give up on her anyway.
Across the room, the fireplace explodes with a single burst of flame before returning to its cheery, simple smoldering. ]
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She presses her face into her knees, feeling quite a bit like she might hyperventilate already. She can't do this, she can't even explain how she does the one thing she can do. This is so stupid and difficult and Nadine's going to be so upset and give up on her anyway.
Across the room, the fireplace explodes with a single burst of flame before returning to its cheery, simple smoldering. ]