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Inside the bright witch-school classroom, Nellie points her wand at a teacup on a desk as silver sparks fizzle. Nearby, Cora sneers with arms crossed while Marie, pink-and-black sleeves straightened, whispers encouragement under tall windows.
At witch school, Nellie raised her wand at a teacup. 'Kitty-kitty, cataloo!' Sparks fizzled. 'Nellie No Spell!' Cora sneered in black-and-teal. 'You can do it,' whispered Marie, straightening her pink-and-black sleeves.
Indoors, in a warmly lit home entryway, Nellie stands with shoulders slumped and wand lowered. Auntie Agnes, purple hair and red robes, wraps her in a reassuring hug beside a wooden coat rack.
Nellie slumped home, red hair drooping. 'Everyone calls me names. Maybe I'm not a real witch,' she sighed. Auntie Agnes, purple-haired, hugged her. 'Keep studying. Some witches need time,' she said.
By candlelight in Nellie's cluttered study, she practices steady wand motions over open spellbooks while glowing chalk letters swirl mid-air. Marie stands beside the desk, pointing to a page and watching intently.
Nellie dove into books, green-and-black skirts swishing. 'Again,' Marie coached, quizzing tricky words. Candles flickered; chalk danced. 'Cataluna felina, gentle and kind,' Nellie practiced nightly. Her wand hand steadied, heart glowed brave.
In the sunlit witch-school classroom, Nellie’s wand emits golden light that transforms the teacup into a tiny purring cat on the desk. Marie jumps with a delighted grin while Cora looks down, murmuring a shy apology.
Nellie raised her wand at a teacup. 'Cataluna felina!' Light bloomed; a tiny cat purred; soon her spells shone brightest. Marie cheered, 'You did it!' Cora whispered, 'Sorry.' Nellie smiled, 'Want help?'