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There was something about the human girl, but Quentin couldn’t work out what it was. He found himself staring at the back of her head, again, wishing he knew, because then, maybe, he might be able to stop himself from watching her so much of the time. It could have been her confidence. She never once let the way some of the fae treated her affect her as she truly believed she was meant to be at the school and he knew that, technically, as she’d found the doorway, she was. Finding the door meant she had enough magic to be regarded as one of them, if she managed to finish her time at the school.
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