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    Twink hesitated. Like Jade, she had been certain that she’d done the spell correctly – but as Miss Petal had said, it only took a moment for your thoughts to wander. Maybe she really hadn’t been concentrating properly.
    â€˜I’m not sure,’ she admitted, playing with her oak-leaf plate. ‘I thought I did it right, but . . . but I suppose I must not have.’
    â€˜There! You see!’ said Pix triumphantly.
    Jade rolled her eyes. ‘Fine, Pix, have it your way,’ she said. ‘But I think there’s something strange going on around here!’

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    Chapter Four
    A few days later, Twink was in the Creature Kindness log with Sal, grooming him with a piece of soft moss until his black and yellow skin gleamed. Normally the salamander loved this sort of attention, but today he stamped his feet restlessly.
    â€˜Sal, what’s wrong?’ asked Twink finally, putting down the moss. The Creature Kindness log was where all the school’s animals lived, and Sal had always seemed happy there before.
    The salamander scampered to the window of his pen and gazed out. Twink stared at him. Sal’s every muscle was tight and alert, as though he was watching something.
    Joining the salamander at the window, Twink frowned as she peered out across the snowy landscape. She couldn’t see a thing!
    â€˜What is it, Sal?’ she said.
    He gave her an incredulous look, as if he couldn’t believe that Twink didn’t see what he saw! Propping his front feet on the window sill, Sal stared even more intently, his shiny black nose touching the glass.
    Utterly bewildered, Twink looked out of the window again, scanning the snowy meadow and the wood beyond. What was Sal looking at? Whatever it was, he seemed completely fascinated!
    White flakes spiralled downwards as a light snow began to fall. Suddenly Twink’s eyebrows drew together. Had she seen something? There, on that little hill! There was the faintest of shifting movements – like something white and ghostly, drifting against the snow.
    The snowflakes began to fall more heavily, hiding whatever it was from view. A moment later, it was as if Twink had never seen the ghostly movement at all. Maybe I didn’t , she thought in confusion. It had been so subtle –
    Twink jumped as the magpie’s call came from the tree. ‘Sal, I’ve got to go to class,’ she said, quickly gathering up her things. ‘I’ll be back later, OK? We’ll go outside and take some more temperature readings.’

    Sal didn’t move from the window. As Twink flitted from the log, she looked over her shoulder. The black and yellow creature was still exactly where she had left him, staring outwards.
    â€˜And begin!’ directed Madame Brightfoot, sweeping her arms into the air.
    Standing in a circle with their wings touching, the Snowdrop Branch fairies began to dance. Madame Brightfoot’s class took place outdoors, in a ring of mushrooms near the wood. Protected by magic, the little circle was always bright and sunny, with soft grass underfoot.
    Teena smiled to herself as she dipped and spun. It was nice to feel that things were back to how they should be. Perhaps she hadn’t wanted excitement as much as she’d thought!
    â€˜Lovely, lovely! Now, up we go!’ called Madame Brightfoot. A curl of purple hair tumbled down from her bun.
    The fairies fluttered upwards, continuing to perform the graceful steps. Teena waited expectantly for the golden sparkles that gathered whenever a magical dance was being performed.
    But nothing happened. The air remained clear, with only a few stray dust motes drifting past.
    Madame Brightfoot frowned. ‘Someone is not paying attention! Again, girls, from the start. We will do it correctly this time!’
    Teena and Zuzu glanced worriedly at each other as the fairies glided back down to the ground. ‘Do you think –’ Zuzu started, and then