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"Take care!" Circe's mom yelled as she left.

"Bye!" Circe shouted and ran to the backyard. She grabbed her broom when no one was noticing and flew to the school.

Safely hiding her broom she went into class just in time for roll call.

"Circe?" Ms. Foster asked.

"Present!" Circe squeaked.

The other names were called. "Breeze?" Ms. Foster asked. "Breeze! Ugh, she's always late.

"Wheezy Breezy's always late," snickered Hollie to her friend. Circe frowned at this; she returned to her work.

After some time, footsteps that were barely audible came in, but Circe, being a witch, heard them fine.

"Good morning, Breeze," said Ms. Foster with a scowl, "I can see you are late. As always. This is the third time this week. If it happens again, I will have to call your parents."

Breeze muttered something and plopped onto her desk. Hollie started teasing her. At last, Breeze cracked. She socked her in the head and Ms. Foster was enraged.

"I've had it with you, missy!" she growled, "You're gonna get it!" Circe felt bad for Breeze. Breeze was almost tugged out of the class when the teacher suddenly stopped.

"Goodness," Ms. Foster said with a new, pleasant voice, "what am I doing? Please sit down, Breeze."

Breeze, confused, sat down without a question as Ms. Foster continued the lesson.

The truth is, Circe quickly cast a forgetful spell on the teacher to let Breeze go. Breeze didn't know Circe was a witch.



But then again, Circe didn't know Breeze was a fairy, either.